LitFest Pasadena was an excellent people-watching opportunity. Folks expected to be photographed. At least the authors did.
I was seated on the ground, getting ready to take pictures of an author panel, when young-and-handsome here popped into my frame. I snapped the shutter. Junior was obviously not watching the same people I was watching.
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Saturday, September 1, 2012
Friday, August 31, 2012
The children ran out to play in it!
Boz got a raindrop on his head and refused to take one step further!
The storm poured down in rushes and lasted entire seconds!
Thursday, August 30, 2012
For a long time our back yard was weeds. Then it was dirt. Now it's half dirt and half mulch.
These things take time.
Some supplies, like mulch, can be free if you're willing to be on a waiting list, then be available to accept your mulch the moment your turn arrives.
But some things cost money, and my momma told me, "You'd better shop around."
One place I shopped was the Landscape Warehouse on Walnut. Until a professional gardener told me about it I had no idea it was even there, though I've driven by countless times. That's okay for them because the pros know where they are. When I arrived, folks were eating cake and ice cream, lunch counter style, while they discussed jobs and equipment in a mix of English and Spanish.
If I thought it was the cake they came for, I was incorrect. I bought only one item so I can't speak for the entire inventory, but I got a much better deal than the big chain garden stores had to offer.
Wednesday, August 29, 2012
I promised silliness today because, I mean, yesterday I was so serious. I'm sure we'll get back to that but you just can't be that way every day. (Okay, fine, if you must, but I can't.)
I suppose I could have saved this for Zen Monday. Goodness knows I'm running out of those.
Tuesday, August 28, 2012
To recap: Caltrans, its proverbial finger on the proverbial pulse, thought now would be a good time to push ahead with an ancient plan.
OMG, we said, or letters to that effect.
Could we unite behind a presidential candidate? Could we unite over a sports team? Could we unite over so much as a flavor of ice cream? No.
However, nobody, but nobody wants a 710 freeway extension. We don't want it so fiercely that we are practically up in arms against it. Even local governments are involved in the fight.
For a moment it looked like Caltrans (finger to pulse) thought a tunnel under our communities might be some kind of cheery compromise, but yesterday the news broke: I first read it from Elise Kalfayan of Glendale's The Sunroom Desk. Lauren Gold also had the story at the Pasadena Star-News. The Los Angeles Transportation Committee, as Gold reports, "unanimously approved a resolution to oppose the F-7 tunnel route for the proposed 710 Freeway extension."
This is good.
Today at 10 am at City Hall, 200 N. Spring Street in Los Angeles, the LA City Council is scheduled to review and vote on a resolution opposing all six alternative freeway routes. You can go to this meeting. You are encouraged to show up and express your views. The more the merrier, and the better chance of showing Caltrans and the State of California that there are more forward-thinking ways to spend taxpayer money than on outdated concepts like freeways. The idea is so old fashioned that by the time a proposed 710 extension is finished, we'd be able to teleport goods from Long Beach to the Panama Canal.
If the resolution passes at today's City Council meeting, that doesn't guarantee that Caltrans will be stopped. Caltrans is like a chicken with its head cut off--it just keeps on running around in circles, even without a brain. The "No 710 Freeway Extension" group on Facebook grows every day. Feel free to join up.
Freeways have served their purpose, but here in the 21st century where you and I live they represent a disappearing, unenlightened age. They've already gone through Pasadena. They've already divided our city. They've already destroyed homes, businesses and neighborhoods. It's time to move on.
Monday, August 27, 2012
Sunday, August 26, 2012
At the foot of Bailey Canyon in Sierra Madre you'll find Bailey Canyon Park. West of the park is a paved road. Walk north, toward the mountains.
You'll pass alongside the Mater Dolorosa Passionist Retreat Center. You can't see much of the Center from this road. On your right is a dry reservoir, which I guess is the Grove Street Reservoir because Bailey Canyon Park is at the end of Grove Street.
When the road ends, if you continue north along the path you'll head up the mountain. But before the path, a little bridge crosses a wash and leads you to a quiet, sun-dappled clearing. The first time I found myself in this clearing, no swing hung from a tree.
I am tempted to remove it.