I sure wish I would have had my camera with me this morning as I drove south on Beaudry heading for Wilshire. This is where I hang a right every morning and swing west towards school. The view of downtown is pretty spectacular along this route. I mean, if you don't mind 6 or 12 lanes of merging, crossing traffic. I don't. Plus it's good practice for driving in Rome.
The combination of fog, steel, glass, and light made me gasp. Imagine a lavendar colored fog spinning around the buildings. Shafts of yellow light cutting through the moist air. A cool river of deep buildings and glossy shadows. Morning sun rising up through the shrouded streets as you cruise by. It's visual poetry. Yes it is. My two eyes were the only lense I had, and maybe that was a good thing because my eyes can do what a camera can't. They remember.
I wish I could take a 1 minute video of this part of my drive, this most favorite beautiful slice of my day. 1 minute every day and then replay all of those thousands of minutes when I am 90.
When I reached the school yard the usual suspects galloped out to meet me. Bright with enthusiasm. Eager to help. I hand one my lunch bag, the other my purse. We walk across the long stretch of yard. I point towards downtown. "Look," I say, "Magic."
"Oooooooohhhhhhh," they say, solemnly nodding to me and each other, "Magic."
And it was.
You know what these are. And you know where they came from.
Do I need to say more?
You know how when you start writing down your dreams you start remembering them more and more? And pretty soon you're dreaming these War & Peace epics every night?
It's the exact same thing with graffiti posters.