Like the Back of His Hand

 The Backs of Our Hands. Lake Forest, CA. September, 2007.  Knowing Well Five days a week, I point my truck towards town and roll in to my office. It’s an easy commute, dramatic as the oak arcades of Live Oak Canyon Road yield to banks, barber shops and bars, crammed side-by-side like diners at the […]


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Like the Back of His Hand

 The Backs of Our Hands. Lake Forest, CA. September, 2007.  Knowing Well Five days a week, I point my truck towards town and roll in to my office. It’s an easy commute, dramatic as the oak arcades of Live Oak Canyon Road yield to banks, barber shops and bars, crammed side-by-side like diners at the […]


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A Singletrack Point of View

Flat Tire. July, 2011. Keep Your Eyes on The Trail  Our canyons are a popular destination for bicyclists. Nearly every morning I pass a pack of road bikers riding into our canyon as I’m driving out. They race along the narrow winding road, jerseys flashing, all determination as they lean into the hills. Almost every […]


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>A Singletrack Point of View

> Flat Tire. July, 2011. Keep Your Eyes on The Trail  Our canyons are a popular destination for bicyclists. Nearly every morning I pass a pack of road bikers riding into our canyon as I’m driving out. They race along the narrow winding road, jerseys flashing, all determination as they lean into the hills. Almost […]


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A Singletrack Point of View

Flat Tire. July, 2011. Keep Your Eyes on The Trail  Our canyons are a popular destination for bicyclists. Nearly every morning I pass a pack of road bikers riding into our canyon as I’m driving out. They race along the narrow winding road, jerseys flashing, all determination as they lean into the hills. Almost every […]


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