Today was a spectacular day; I wanted to take my new camera out to see what I could see.
Looking out over Highland Park
Buddha with cactus and chicken
On Sundays, I make a point of walking by the chicken on Sunnyhill Rd.to
say hello, then down the dirt path that links up to Museum Dr., but today
the path was full of rocks, a result of an avalanche spill down the
canyon wall. On some days I walk around this hill without seeing a soul. I find this to be the best time to think. A lot of my blog posts are made up this way, while walking. They come, as if floating down from overhanging trees, and when they do, I feel lucky, figuring them out with each step. Then I go home and write them down the way I composed them in my head. Some days it's a simple matter, but other days, it's a ridiculously long slog to make what was simple work. But today, nothing came, because I'd been thinking of other things, things that had nothing to do with blogging and only made me tense. When this happens it's best to accept the inevitable and look around.