Friday Night
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We Head Out to the Forum. The Forum is a tiny mall hidden in the deep recesses of a small coastal California town. What could be special about Friday night there? Nothing. And yet… |
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We head out to pick up some fruit at the local stand. Alas, it was closed. But on the way, the sun was particularly pink and orange over a purple sea. So I pulled out my trusty little cell and snapped a shot or two. Pink… right? The ocean appears misty along the fiery horizon. |
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I wear my best boots for the occasion. No holes, these. Fine fine footwear. Follow the feet… follow the feet… We head to our local health food store. They have organic fruit… delicious seasonal black grapes as sweet as honey. |
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Cerebral cathedral. We pay homage… a noble visage for a plebian naturalist organic food market. |
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We leave the health food store and take a little walk. The trees are carefully lit to make sure that bats and owls do not fly into the trunks of the palms. Alas… owls perish everyday. But bats… bats can see light. (Look… this is MY fairy tale.) |
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Why, this is the little furniture store. A pretty banner… I intend to copy it someday and use it to illustrate the possibilities of autumnal red. Somebody went to college. Can you tell by the banner construction that its graphic designer went to college? |
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Here we have an expression of Romanism. This little mall is called The Forum. Hence, the Old Roman Motif. Here, you can imagine that you’re hiking along the Appian Way. |
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What would any Roman forum do without an Apple Store? There’s nothing quite like window dressing with a giant iPhone gracing the hanging app chads. APPLE = APPS Clever little iPhone with SLOOOWWW AT&T coverage. |
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If I didn’t know better, I’d think I just passed a picture of Ellie. Not. Ellie doesn’t pout. Nor could Ellie EVER pass for a Victoria Secret model. Too tall. And thin, that poor Ellie. There’s something poignant about this girl… don’t you agree? |
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Is this supposed to convince me that I’m in the vaulted halls of Stanford or Princeton? Why would I have a bike? No one rides a bike at school… Well, not in CA. Why ride when you could walk? In California, we pay to walk on treadmills. We ride in CARS. |
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The FOUNTAIN. They actually have a little stream coursing down the long walkway across from this fountain. Alas… I neglected to take pictures. Fish populate that little stream … |
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At last. We reach Nirvana. Land of the Lemon Bar with Buttery Shortbread Croute. Why tonight, there’s music. Long haired types Nice. |
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I’m on the outside looking in, faced pressed against the glass. I dream of fresh buttery lemon bars… but I’ve just lit my last match… |
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In my dreams, I rest my lemon bar on the edge of the magazine rack and look at EVERY cooking mag on the shelves. |
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EATING LESSON Always scrape your lemony curd off it’s shortbread bottom. EAT in Layers. I illustrate for your convenience. |
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Lounge lizard lounging on a lizard lounge. $10 to whomever guesses what book this is in the corner… |
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The WINNER. Best of SHOW in the Category, Food Magazines. Food Network KNOWS IT’S STUFF. |
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They have the most comfortable chairs by the psyche books. ~~~ No, someone does not need a tan. The camera does an overexposure thing. |
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Well… it’s once again time to call it a day. I’ve scanned my allotment of business books. We head back to our vehicle… And I wonder… why ever did I decide to do a picture essay of just another spactacular Friday eve in Southern California? |
| When I have the answer, I’ll tell. Let me just say that I continally find beauty everywhere I look. Even on a quiet little Friday night at a small little mall in the hidden heart of a tiny Leucadian village ensconced in what’s considered one the crassest locations on Earth - Southern California. We have no charming history of bell towers, castles, cobblestone streets. Everything here is probably less than a decade old. But… Lest I forget… WE MUST BLOOM WHERE WE ARE PLANTED. Every moment is special. The current moment is the only assured moment we have. I just wanted to share a little part of me. Home Sweet Home. : ) ~~~ This is my first personal "photo essay." I have no inkling of "Art" is a funny thing. If no one likes or appreciate what you do, The most important thing is this… no matter the risk of being ignored or ~~~ I ask you to give me some feedback. And if you happen to do your own photo I want to know how you felt, what your thought were. |
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