Previous Mr. P. was at the Oceanside Pier. This one was posing for us this morning on the beach. It was windy. It was already very hot at 9 am; we are experiencing the Santa Anas still, through Thursday.
The heat and wind feel odd to me, nothing like heat and wind in the midwest. The wind doesn’t accompany a storm; the heat doesn’t come with a bucket of humidity. Still, it made breathing and walking a much more athletic endeavor than usual. We were tired and sweaty after an hour even though we shortened our usual walk.
Mr. P., however, seemed unruffled. Though what he was doing there was a mystery. Where’ s his tin cup for tips?