A sketch from my drafting station in the engineering office on Center Street in 1979. That's Loma Prieta, of earthquake notoriety, in the distance. It was 4 o'clock in the afternoon, and I was probably killing time until five. Ah, the good old days when I was paid for fooling around.
A few years later the office moved to Chestnut street--a block to the north. Having my own parking space in front (that's my white car), was an amenity anyone who works downtown can appreciate.
This is my view south across Monterey Bay from my drafting station in the cupola, looking down Center Street. The Civic Auditorium is the large building on the right. The building with the tiled roof (middle right) is our old office--you can see the window from which I sketched the clock tower. The metal roof of the Goodwill building is in the foreground.
My son climbed out on the roof for this photograph.
I saw and identified for the first time in my backyard--or anywhere--a Downy Woodpecker yesterday. He was quite striking with his spotted wings and red cap, which made identifying him easy. I was surprised at how calmly he went about his business just ten feet from where I was standing. That suet must be tasty!
Scorecard from the miniature golf amusement in the old Plunge Building at the Santa Cruz Boardwalk.
The Plunge was a natatorium originally.
It was eventually filled with sand, and the miniature golf course was constructed.
The Plunge building was remodeled, along with the Casino building, not long after our game. I crawled around under the Casino, measuring piles, beams and girders for the structural engineer, and eventually drew the structural drawings, which included a new two-story miniature golf course.
Architect's invitation to a photographic exhibition at the Octagonal Museum in 1981 of renovated buildings in Santa Cruz.
That was the slogan my father, who was writing commercials for a local television station, offered the owner of a dry cleaning service in San Jose, who was celebrating his 25th year in business. Rejected!