In the land of Los Angeles, there are no real seasons. But there are a few hours on the water, or in the very early morning while i'm walking my 10 week old puppy Shasta, that it feels a bit frigid, and i smile for the memory of that which i miss so much . . . nature changing before me. Here are some shots from a movie shoot in Catalina and Santa Barbara, and then myself and the little pooker, Shasta Bean.