Pretty Dapper

On my shelf: vintage porcelain swan statuettes, an eagle feather I found in Avila Beach on the golf course, and my "Keith Richards" decanter as I call it, a filigreed-metal-accented piece covered with pentagrams and other symbols I picked up in a shop in Santa Fe last summer.

Fall is my favorite time of year, and this fall has been exceptionally lovely, despite the fact that I have been a bit more of a homebody than usual lately (only getting out of town three times a month, and only spending four nights a week out). This is selection from the past month or so.

Fountain in the forest in the late afternoon.

Pumpkin-carving party results. My disappointing handiwork is center.

Playing where (almost) no one can hear me.

Autumn wreath I made for my door with detritus I scavenged from the forest.

Exactly the kind of lovely, picturesque, quiet and charming neighborhood I don't think I could ever live in. Studio City, CA.

Eclair watching TV as she is wont to do.

The commute back home.

One of my favorite places to read (and drink).

First snowfall of the year, Tehachapi Mountains.

Dressed like it's 1981 in my mom's camping jacket.

Live Greek keyboarding mastery at midnight for the only patrons (us) of Taverna Tony in Malibu.