It was the morning of the Blood Moon – and as I awoke for my morning walk, the moon was just coming out of its red phase – beautiful and bright shining on the water. I walked the length of Santa Monica and ended atop the hill looking down over PCH and the beginning of the morning commute. The camera affixed to my small tripod sat upon a fence post looking off to the moon. A slow shutter speed caught the lights of the cars as they sped towards their destination. And I waited for the shutter release and the opportunity to go find a big cup of steaming coffee for the walk back to the hotel. I love starting mornings with some type of adventure – a little activity that says – in my life today I saw something new.
I sat looking out the window… hard to focus on the business at hand when the show beyond the glass was so entertaining. Using a “photographer’s eye” I sat transfixed as people would cross into my frame… some biking, some checking emails, others chatting and moving quickly through the frame. When time permitted, I snapped a few shots while wondering what the balance of their day was like and what, if any, knowledge they had of appearing in my small and tight viewfinder.
On this Sunday morning the truck stands idle – tools neatly placed. It is said that the seventh day is for rest and so I consider idle hands as they spend the day doing things other than toil. Southern California is a gardener’s paradise despite the drought and sandy soil. Sprinklers sit idle as water is conserved and gardener’s work to keep the beautiful green lawns from browning. Our’s is filled with indigenous plants and is beautiful despite the dry conditions – gaining in color and glory as the surrounding lawns wither in the poor conditions. For me it is a bigger issue of becoming happy with what you have and what the world has to offer. When did it become so important to be something that we are not?
Walking through the town I stop to admire one of my favorite stores.. Hillary. The collection eclectic and always with the most charming pieces for the “littles’ in my life. On this day, I search for something totally frilly and girly for a friend that recently had a baby. I snap up a small and entertaining tote that features a squirrel… this for my friend JS with whom I have a long and sordid squirrel history, and a sweater for myself – that – truth be told – I don’t really need but buy to support the store. Sadly on this day I learn this little retail haven won’t make it and come February will shutter its doors. It leaves an emptiness that will be hard to fill. It has been on my radar for years, and when I am in town I stop by just to do a bit to help it along. I wish her well as she dries her tears, still too raw for conversation.
On a clear day
Rise and 1ook around you
And you’ll see who you are
On a clear day
How it will astound you
That the glow of your being
Outshines every star
You’ll feel part of every mountain sea and shore
You can hear
From far and near
A word you’ve never, never heard before…
And on a clear day…On a clear day…
You can see forever…
And ever more. . .