Strangely delicious Italian food in Gila Bend, Arizona, after a quick post drive dip in the pool.
A bunny stops, silhouetted in the light of San Elijo State Beach’s bathroom, and stares a me, frozen, and I begin to brush my teeth.
It’s been years since I’ve been camping. Lattes, croissants, and groceries a short walk away, just over the PCH and the train tracks. Not the camping I’m used to. Each night I sleep better than the night before, traffic and trains blurring into white noise. I envy the kids’ ability to shut it out completely.
Red eyes from days of sun and salt.
A quick detour to Williams, Arizona, on the drive home. The Grand Canyon in its late morning, early summer glory. The perfect knife found in a general store.
Open roads, canyons, beaches, and picnics.
The first summer I can remember spending off of a film set in a very long time.
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Tsé Bit’a’í Navajo: Winged Rock or Rock with Wings.
Shiprock, New Mexico.
Both photos taken by me, April 2019
There is a preciousness to water in the desert that the birds seem to understand. Instead of heading to the beach every weekend, which I still miss, I now make almost daily trips to walk along the banks of the Rio Grande. I’m slowly making friends with its ducks, geese, and cranes.
Next week I’ll make a quick trip back to LA for the first time since moving home. Besides earning a paycheck, I am most excited to walk in the waves and say hello to my old friends, the gulls, pipers, and pelicans.
It will be good to say a quick hello, before heading home to the cranes.
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Iced over ponds and rivers, the smell of piñon smoke in the air, snow packed hiking trails; New Mexico is having a real winter, reminiscent of those I remember as a child. Back then, my dad would flood the yard on the north side of our house and create an ice skating rink. At night, I would tie on a pair of dull, too big skates and help him sweep snow off the ice. For the first time in 25 years, he flooded his yard last week.
There is piercing clarity to the cold light. Ducks honk overhead before landing in the Rio Grande.
I opened a cookbook last night, “Jerusalem” by Yotam Ottolenghi and Sami Tamimi, and made lamb meatballs with roasted sweet potatoes and cauliflower. It was gooooood. And by 8 o’clock wondered aloud, is it too early for bed? I missed these dark days when I lived in LA, with its unending sunshine and great weather. Time to reset the internal clock, rest, rejuvenate, and contemplate. By the time daffodils appear sometime in late February, I will be ready for bike rides, sandals, and outdoor patios, but for now I am happy to hibernate and soak up the cold.
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Happiest longest nightiest night of the year to you!
If you play a piano and records in a redwood forest, does anybody hear?
If you climb a ladder to nowhere, do you arrive?
If you smile in your sleep, do you wake happier?
If you don’t go, will you regret it later?
If you throw out the map, will the path appear?
If you love them, will they love you?
If the fog obscures, is there a view?
Does it matter?
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Photo taken yesterday by me (as usual) outside of the Henry Miller Memorial Library and along Hiway 1, in Big Sur, California.