Remissssful Me!

Remissful me. I've been gone for a couple of weeks and away from my computer and blog... so please forgive me if you've been looking for a new entry.

Every nine weeks I travel to a foreign place... Los Angeles... I find it amusing that I would feel like Los Angeles is foreign since L.A. is my birthplace (Torrance, CA actually), and I lived there for 31 years. But each time I return there, my connection is less and less, and the place I sometimes refer to as home is so strange and foreign to me. If it weren't for my family, and the business side of my life, I'm not so sure I would return there any more... very sad to think...

First things first: I don't like driving there at all anymore... toooooooo many cars!!!!!!!!!!!!
Secondly: It seems like it is a POLICE state any more. It is very easy to figure out what you CAN'T do (what's against the law). And maybe I am exaggerating, but it seems like common things anymore there are against the law (parking, stopping, looking, smelling, enjoying... etc.).

Now that I live in a small town in Tennessee, I find my visits to California becoming quaint in nature. I grew up in Seal Beach, a small town surrounded by much larger cities on either side. So, now when I go to CA, I gravitate to my small town attraction by visiting the downtown area of Seal Beach. You can walk along the sidewalk in peace, window shop, and guess what...??? Parking is FREE... a very uncommon occurrence in southern California.

I have a photo of the beach from the pier, I'll keep looking for it so I can post it, and you can see Seal Beach.

California Dreamin'

All the leaves are brown
And the sky is gray
I've been for a walk
On a winter's day

I'd be safe and warm
If I was in L.A.
California dreamin'
On such a winter's day...

aaaaahhhh I love the Mamas and the Papas...

I'm looking forward to going to the beach... when I look out toward the never ending ocean, my mind just seems to clear. I can sit for many minutes in silence just listening and watching the waves break.

It's a time to recharge and rejuvenate.
I took this shot at Seal Beach, CA (my home town) a few years ago while doing just that... recharging.

Little Pisser...

Not 5 seconds earlier his mother had just warned me that he was probably going to "go" very soon... It was a warm feeling that surprised me as I balanced behind my camera taking photos of little Jack.

Only five weeks old and Mom already knows her son... he did… on my brand new red blouse... and on my pro lens and camera...

You might be laughing... I wasn't; I wasn't doing much of anything... I was in shock... I had piss running down my cleavage.

Did I bring an extra blouse with me to the shoot...? NO!!! I had to spend the rest of my day in that blouse...