Violet skies.
I ate a snickerdoodle in the car with the windows rolled down.
Driving. Passing people: 1 old woman with a cane and floppy brown velvet hat walks across street in front of my car and sits next to girl with a red plaid scarf around her neck and black bow in her hair.. talking on her cellphone.
The girl screamed, "Yes, I am!" Someone somewhere being convinced of something.
A woman pedaling her bike down Figueroa with a poodle in the front basket. Chinatown. 2 old men inside a store.
Cake shops, pinatas. Flowers on the sidewalks. There is a festival in the streets every day. Every single day. It's called LIVING.
You just can’t help grabbin life by the balls and swingin it around, can you? So satisfying to read your blog, I always save it for last in my daily reads.
amen! 🙂
Nice photo log! I love how you’ve layered the “polaroids” on top of one another. Very interesting lay out (if you call it that in blogland).
loving your living!
Wonderful
And it’s blooming with color!
Love your post on “living” . Your observations brought me right there!
And if we do it right, it is called celebrating!
Have a great one.