Morning rush

A row of palm trees — low-hanging fruit for an amateur photographer. By John Murphy I got four hours of sleep Thursday night, so I feel like a million dollars. Or at least half a mil. I got up, finished writing a story, and watched some news. By 6 a.m. I was on my wayContinue reading “Morning rush”

Back in the saddle

The sky is red and blue behind the old Smith house on Olive Avenue. By John Murphy Dog walking interrupted my bicycling for a while, but Saturday I got back on track with a trek from Highland to Redlands. My breathing was a little heavier than usual as I have not put in many milesContinue reading “Back in the saddle”