I've got a silly/fun project scanning some sketchbook pages to switch out art on my wall.
I'm looking forward to filling all the pages in this thin paper book
because then I'll give myself permission to use a book with met media.
I know, I know, it's wonky. Seems "wonky" is a personal style.
I remember riding a city bus with my grandmother in Los Angeles
seeing a building like this along the way.
We had a storm last night that soothed our heat wave at least 20 degrees.
The pupster and i took advantage of it last night
(while neighbors were cautiously taking photos of the sky.)
This morning people got the same idea . . . it was the first time EVER . . . the nature trail was CROWDED.
There's wisdom in that . . because we'll be hot beyond reason for the next few days.
You can watch Coast Guard Cutters sail out to sea.
Those ships seem large in port.
Sailing away, look smaller and smaller until they seem to dip over the curve of the horizon.
When my friends would return, I'd load a day pack with small delights.
Water for the teeny bouquet of flowers resting in a china cup,
small blanket, a candle stub . . we'd stop across the street at the Zen bakery for fresh bread and cheese, then settle in a quiet, shady spot . . I'd listen to the stories of their travels, and watch the sun set over the same bit of ocean that brought them all safely home.
Most people think of Point Lobos as "The Cliff House."