Stood in a sudden downpour along a turnout on the Angeles Crest Highway for twenty minutes and now I’m probably the happiest gal in Los Angeles.
Chased those dark clouds into the San Gabriel Mountains and found out what they were hiding.
Dreaming of open roads courtesy of album artwork from a compilation by Mr. King of The Road himself, Roger Miller. #dowackado
True love on a scorching summer night is a swing under an avocado tree.
Love these lil guys that slithered into my life courtesy of @vickiturbeville.
Sunday night album art inspiration featuring Willie and Waylon and the boys.
My pal @austinmccutchen is about as American as it gets. Come see him play at El Cid on September 26. I’ll be playing country tunes.
Just a typical evening getting abducted by aliens.
Wait, isn’t this the album cover to The Marshall Tucker Band self-titled album?
Today’s been so long, it’s got me seein’ double.
Inherited some amazing glasses that belonged to my great grandmother Lucia in Uruguay, which appear to be from around the 1920s. I never got to meet her but the woman lived to be 106. Must be something in the whiskey they’re drinkin’ down there.
I love it when we get weather.
I really do have a hat problem but how’s a gal supposed to say no to a practically deadstock vintage Akubra hat?
I can see why someone would want to live here with a view like this.
Can’t tell if I’m going forwards or moving backwards.