I was in class today and I had a guest speaker. And so I had a chance to watch the students. So photographable! But, of course, I ignored the impulse.
Much later, I spent time with my man Jason (in case you aren’t a steady Ocean reader, Jason is a hair color genius here in Madison). We talked photography. We always do these days. He is exceptionally talented with the camera. I cannot tell you how many times I thought right there, in his salon: this is a Kodak moment. Naturally, I did not act on it.
Much later, I drove to Whole Foods. I don’t like to use selling venues for my posts (markets are an exception), but on my way there I passed a gas station. With Christmas trees. There you have it: my post for the day. Because really, is there anything more beautiful than a parking lot or gas station with trees for sale? (And no one there to tell me to get lost?)
For Ocean then. Trees on concrete:
"Trees on concrete".
ReplyDeleteNina, your great phrase has jarred loose a fond memory...
December 1969. Los Angeles California. Nine at 'nite. Convertible top down. Heater on. I turn off of La Cienega Boulevard onto Wilshire Boulevard and slam on the brakes to stare. Dumfounded. There under bright lights is a parking lot filled with Christmas trees. Each tree spray-painted a glorious Day-Glo Orange. Only in California.
cute post! like dande, your "trees on concrete" phrase is so fitting.. and I had to laugh at the further commenting on the orange spray painted trees. too funny.
ReplyDeleteI love it when something I write here recalls a memory. And I get to hear about it. Thank you.
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