On Monday evening I met friends for a long-delayed dinner at a local Mexican restaurant. They serve Indio beer, my beach staple, and pretty good chiles rellenos. We sat out in the patio in the lovely, warm evening and got all caught up on the news of mutual friends and colleagues from the past. These lovely papel picados fluttered above in the soft Delta breeze (thank goodness for those cooling Delta breezes).
The ones I have are made of the thinnest, most flimsy tissue paper and are good for only a few days and then they shred and fade or get soggy in the moist beach air. But these are made of plastic and would probably last for the entire season. I gotta get me some.
This morning, on my walk, I saw these bright yellow beauties, their faces turned to the early sun. They are along the edge of a vacant lot. We have the birds to thank, I think.
|A not-so-good pix taken with iPod. Need to take with "real" camera to get close-up.|