(all images above are photographs. no artwork.....yet)
My final full day was spent taking a hike along the cliffs of Crystal Cove in Newport Beach. Followed by a couple hours of languorous dining and beach-combing. It's something of a local's secret because, unlike Balboa Island or Huntington Beach just up the road, it was not packed and I had a long stretch of shoreline to play with. I would describe the weather as "balmy", such a shock as it had snowed back home in Las Vegas just two weeks prior. Suffice it to say, I was a little sweaty by the time I sat down to lunch (not pictured), a large plate of swordfish tacos and a decent smoked tuna paste with crostini. And water. A girl can work up a thirst with all that sunshine and exercise (cue angry emails from snow-packed followers). Did I mention I got a sunburn???
I should clarify something. The out-of-place photo of the dog in a window is only there because I thought it was so funny. This is what I woke to Sunday morning before the trip to Crystal Cove. Lucky, my brother's chihuahua, bounded across the bed and up onto the window ledge, wedging himself between the glass pane and the blinds, so afraid he might miss something going on outside. At 6:45am. On a Sunday. While THE ENTIRE WEST COAST was still sleeping.
©Jelaine Faunce. All rights reserved.
I should clarify something. The out-of-place photo of the dog in a window is only there because I thought it was so funny. This is what I woke to Sunday morning before the trip to Crystal Cove. Lucky, my brother's chihuahua, bounded across the bed and up onto the window ledge, wedging himself between the glass pane and the blinds, so afraid he might miss something going on outside. At 6:45am. On a Sunday. While THE ENTIRE WEST COAST was still sleeping.
©Jelaine Faunce. All rights reserved.
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