Santa Monica

Sitting at my sister’s sun room aka Casa del Sol – in Bethesda, MD – gives me the perfect environment to reflect upon the last two months. It’s also the first chance I’ve had to look at the pictures I’ve taken with my Canon 60D DSLR, a camera I purchased for my trip to India that takes phenomenal pictures. The first ones I view are of the week with my friends in Santa Monica, CA.

In my head, Everclear plays and I think about the time I was stranded one night at the airport in Fargo, ND with Art, Craig and the rest of the band, unawares until the next morning who they actually were. And my wandering mind focuses back upon the pictures in front of me, specifically of my daily walks with Taylor each morning from Derek & Tucker’s house to the Santa Monica Pier.

Our hour walk to the pier, our hour spent staring out into the Pacific Ocean, and our hour walk back home were a feast for both our senses. And on the days Derek & Tucker joined us, we had twelve legs walking in sync and having the time of our lives starting the morning the way each morning should start. We would be greeted in no particular order by homeless people, old guitar players and singers, seagulls, a cannon, bat mobiles, palm trees, roses, the boardwalk, the ferris wheel, and a tribute to our armed forces, to name but a few.

I’m not sure if these pictures will come through as vibrant on this site and your screen as they do on my screen. Here’s hope to hoping.

Here’s a link to my original post of a walk to the Santa Monica Pier.


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