Images of my hood observed while out lurking. [nggallery id=5]
and all their cool toys made me want to fall back in love with my little Leica pixiecam.
Serendipity, I suppose. And the happiness associated with going out for Cheap Sushi in my old stomping grounds, Los Feliz. This is one of our several traditions we’ve built as a family. One of our acts of forever going out for Adventure! And through each easy daily piece of it my daughters enchant the world around me. Their effects, littered about, make the world solid for me.
Shot this while shooting through to the Madrugada on Terminal Island recently.
The secret’s not out of the bag yet.
Through fire and bloom, Summer’s sweeping its way out and these moments I’ve collected become quickly antique.
Corrizo Plain is splendid piece of lost CA a few hours out of town. You head out over the Grapevine and then go left up into the hills. Spring is aflame right now in the gentle yet prehistoric landscape. Underfoot is the San Andreas fault, so bigger things are constantly promised against the calming scenery. You bush camp in at midnight and wake to dawn that restores all that is animal in you. Then the day proceeds with adventures heaped upon themselves. You leave finally out one of the most lovely CA drives down HWY 58 through the top of the Los Padres Forest, through Santa Margarita cowboy town, to the coast at San Luis Obisbo and the hot springs at Avila Beach. Dig the whole photoshow of our trip here.
The life is filled with the grace of the Moment. It is a huge gift and I receive it so gladly. It was my Birthday and they said what do you want to do. Unequivocally I said, “Take the CHICKS skiing!” And ski we did. My bunny bombers get better in leaps and bounds and I – having not skied avidly in over two decades – have taken it back up in three tries this season and am carving better that I ever did as a youth. That’s comforting, emboldening, as I rush headlong into the end of the adolescence of my middle age.
Mt. Baldy in this case. Here’s the masterful view from the top of our Paradise hill. Love LA in the rain, and in those waning hours of a winter’s day that has rained and hailed earlier, then blown out to fantastically, unrealistically clean. What a town.