Venice Beach, California. We took my 99+ year old mother on a “wheelchair” stroll down memory lane. Neither of us had walked along the walkway at Venice Beach in 30 years so it was time to see what it was all about.
To sum: we both loved it. I thought she’d fall asleep but she gawked at all the people, (so did I), the vendors selling crap, and scrunched her nose up every time we walked by someone smoking “medicinal marijuana” or wearing a bit too much patchouli oil.
Time warp for sure.
This was a standoff between a little white robot dog which was bucking and barking and a little white live dog who was, well, bucking and barking at it. A crowd gathered and between the action and the shadows it was crying out for a picture.