Honestly, I went out with the intention of capturing some festive Christmas images and I got this instead. It’s not my fault. It’s been raining nonstop for days. The curbs are flooded. The parrots are cranky. The roses are hanging their little rose-heads, weighted by the strain with bruised little petals that will never make it all the way to the rose parade.
This is Southern California’s version of a white Christmas. It’s just, well, melted. And remember how Frosty was when he was melted? Yeah, well, that’s why you get this picture today.
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