We took that trip to see more of America. Early one morning we bundled into my husband’s car, children, bags, dog and all, leaving home in the rear view mirror, at least for a while.
All in Places
A Village Under The Sky
I was driving yesterday. Through the pink evening of an unfolding Los Angeles sunset. Driving at times like these, the magical dimension of the place appears.
Lavender Dreams
The light has been extraordinary this past week in our little quarter of Los Angeles. A pale lavender luminescence that has cast a dream like glow through us all.
Moments
We walk together through the airport inside the silence. Disorientated after a long flight we move into the customs hall passing through space normally crowded. Suddenly we find ourselves outside, driving through a beloved city in the middle of a sunny day.
A Long Road
I’ve been thinking about disillusionment recently.
This past week happened to mark the passage of ten years since my husband, son and I made our bold move across the Atlantic from London to New York.
Through the Water
I breathed a quiet sigh of relief this morning. The day dawned grey and cool with a hint of drizzle on the air. We’ve had a string of particularly hot days where our air conditioning has been running day and night. We’ve all resembled wilting flowers more than anything else and the walls of our lovely house have seemed about to close in on us from all directions at times.
Swirling Leaves
There’s a sweet little preschool on our street just a few doors down from our house. Called Happyland it has a brightly painted gate and I often happen to be out and about with the dog at drop off and pick up time. Duke adores children and he enjoys walking past the school or sniffing nearby and saying the odd hello when parents ask if their child can pet him.
A Blowing Wind
Rough winds and frigid temperatures blew into Los Angeles last night hard on the heels of a heatwave. We were woken suddenly from slumber at midnight by the banging of a loose door on our roof terrace. Comically large palm tree branches festooned the streets this morning as we drove to school
Into the Quiet
In my wanderings around our new neighborhood I’ve found a lovely spot for contemplation. The Culver Hotel built in 1924 is a wedge shaped Art Deco building which reminds me of the Flatiron Building in Madison Square Park in Manhattan, although their architectural styles are different. It stands in the middle of the bustling downtown area and has a charmingly leafy patio which whispers of long lunches and intricate conversations.
A Light Time Experience
We’ve been swept up in a whirlwind of change these past few weeks. As the old year rolled without pause into the new we packed up our apartment in Brentwood and moved across town to the home we recently purchased in Culver City. We have been busy ever since with the work of unpacking our life into a new abode and the experience of dwelling alongside more boxes than we cares to count.
Of Medicine, Memories and a Mermaid
We woke up to rain today. With the air of excitement and impending chaos that rain conjures here in the sun drenched climes of Southern California it was a fitting backdrop to my daughter’s return to school. She’s been out of action for over two weeks with a cold that slid inexorably into a pneumonia that had us all more worried than I can ever recall being with her.
Fire and Skeleton Rain
Los Angeles has been burning again. I returned a week ago from a spell of tranquility and awoke the next morning to hear that the overly dry brush had ignited once more and an uncontained fire of several hundred acres was roaring into life up the road. Schools were closed and the acrid tang of smoke and ash hung heavy in the air.