Tuesday, August 31, 2010
After all, art is subjective anyway...
I actually took the motto "Don't think, just shoot" a step further with this image. It was more like: "Don't think, don't look, don't even notice that after drinking a mimosa at lunch and laughing so hard you fall against your open handbag, the camera laying on top of it just shoots." (Somehow I don't think my slogan is nearly as catchy.)
Monday, August 30, 2010
Settings: Part 31
On another note:
Be sure to check out the latest addition to the City Daily Photo family of blogs: Mammoth Lakes Daily Photo by our most beloved friend (and always a Southern California girl no matter what location) The Chieftess.
Sunday, August 29, 2010
The Day Before School Starts
That means today is a special day. It marks not only the end of the summer of 2010, but the end of the preschool era and a moment for many parents to look at each other and say, "Wait... what happened to the baby?" It's an exciting and hopeful day, a day worthy of grand summer festivities involving water balloons, kites and ice cream. (Two scoops. Not one.) It's a day of little voices shouting big plans. ("I'm going to learn to be an astronaut, a ballet dancer, a movie star, an ice skater and a robot engineer!") It's a day of unscuffed shoes and unmarked notebooks, of slates that are blank and imaginations that are filled to the brim.
It's a day we probably won't remember years from now when we look at family pictures. Sure, we'll have the ones from tomorrow -- the one with the big smile and the new backpack, the one with the brave walk down that long school sidewalk. We'll always remember tomorrow. But let's remember today, too. That day when being little was still carefree. That day when fairies were still real and monsters were simply fuzzy creatures from Pixar, not mean kids on a school playground. That day in August when possibility stretched out ahead with an infinite number of beautiful, exciting, stupid, confusing, heartbreakingly wonderful choices.
Saturday, August 28, 2010
We'll never know...
A young woman standing on the train platform next to me ducked behind her friend.
"It's not him."
"No, I think it's him."
The friend took off her sunglasses and squinted.
"Huh. Maybe it is him."
"Ok, I have to hide."
The young woman moved behind a lamp post.
"Don't be so idiotic. It wasn't that big of a deal."
The young woman grabbed her friend by the arm and yanked.
"It. Was. A. Big. Deal."
The friend squinted again.
"Yeah, well I don't think it's him."
And then the train came.
Friday, August 27, 2010
On lost dogs, five year olds and philosophical ponderings...
"Can we keep him? Can we keep him? Can we keep him?"
Little Bit was jumping up and down. The him in question was jumping, too.
"We can't do that, " Jon said. "He already has a family who probably misses him. I'll go call the number."
"I'm not so sure Daddy's right," Little Bit whispered to me when Jon was out of earshot. "Maybe this doggie escaped from somewhere terrible."
"I don't think so," I said. "He has hearts on his collar. His owner must love him very much."
"Not as much as I do."
Later, as our fuzzy new friend was whisked away by a happy and relieved owner, Little Bit sat on the front porch steps and sighed.
"That doggy was lost and now he's found?"
"Yes," I said.
"But we lost him." She said. "It's weird how things like that can happen, isn't it?"
It certainly is.
Thursday, August 26, 2010
Wednesday, August 25, 2010
The Play's the Thing
But seriously, what's up with the playground equipment?!
Garfield Park and Orange Grove Park have lovely, well-maintained playscapes that are not only safe for little exploring hands but challenging for little developing minds. By contrast, Arroyo Seco Park has a few tired swings, a jungle gym that makes you hope your tetanus shots are up to date and a slide that is to playground equipment what Charlie Brown's Christmas tree was to holiday decorations. Come on, South Pas! Who do I have to bug to make this playground fun for the preschoolers and worthy of the magnificent surroundings?
Tuesday, August 24, 2010
Just when I think I've photographed every vintage car in South Pasadena, I stumble upon another one. How is this for a delicious little bonbon?
Monday, August 23, 2010
For the angel on your right shoulder: it's an eclectic collection of wholesome frozen yogurt with all those live cultures your internist tells you your gut craves. You can pick from a huge selection of regular flavors or suit your particular dietary fancy with choices of low-carb, no sugar added and dairy free. Isn't that nice? Can't you feel your cholesterol numbers dropping? Not so fast, cowboy. For the devil on your left shoulder: let me introduce you to the toppings bar. Browse bin upon bin of sugary goodness including marshmallows, nuts, brownies, M&Ms, butterfinger pieces, Fruity Pebbles cereal, hot fudge and caramel. Oh, all right, tell that angel he can get the carob chips, fresh berries and no sugar added fudge.
Choose your pleasure and pay by weight so you can have as little (yes, Mr. Angel) or as much (right on, Devil Man!) as you want.
In a word? Yum.
Sunday, August 22, 2010
If only there had been signs.
Saturday, August 21, 2010
Oh well, you know what they say: too much of a good thing is wonderful.
Friday, August 20, 2010
Late summer produce abounds at the South Pasadena Farmers Market, and some of it is as artistically inspiring as it is tasty. For 11 years the market has been a fantastic place for food (and creative inspiration) but now that the South Pasadena Chamber of Commerce has taken over operations it just keeps getting better and better. The Chamber continues to add a broader selection featuring new farmers. (In addition to traditional produce like watermelon you can now find stonefruit and organic Asian greens. Take that other farmers markets!) The South Pas market has more certified organic growers than ever before with even more coming on board under the wise and watchful eye of market manager Greta Dunlap. Greta knows her business: she served as an advisor to the Secretary of Agriculture for eight years and is President of the California Small Farm Conference. Greta also is a member of the California Federation of Certified Farmers’ Markets, the North American Farmers’ Direct Marketing Association (NAFDMA) and the California Alliance for Family Farmers. Read about her right here.
You'll find more and more community-oriented events in the coming months, too. Next Thursday, August 26th, the market presents a Back to School Safety Fair and Healthy Food Gathering. Count me in!
Thursday, August 19, 2010
The Craftsman Challenge: Round 6
I've already waxed rhapsodic about this period of design, but I can't help repeating myself:
Wednesday, August 18, 2010
I'm not sure who he is ... but there he is!
Tuesday, August 17, 2010
Wait a Minute...
As someone born and raised in Texas I can honestly say I've never seen a mounted longhorn displayed next to pink orchids. It's kind of like satin boxers worn under chaps. (I love it!)
Monday, August 16, 2010
Caption this photo (#39)
Sunday, August 15, 2010
Fairy woods where the wild bee wings
Fairy places, fairy things,
Fairy woods where the wild bee wings,
Tiny trees for tiny dames--
These must all be fairy names!
Tiny woods below whose boughs
Shady fairies weave a house;
Tiny tree-tops, rose or thyme,
Where the braver fairies climb!
Fair are grown-up people's trees,
But the fairest woods are these;
Where, if I were not so tall,
I should live for good and all.
--Robert Louis Stevenson
Saturday, August 14, 2010
Friday, August 13, 2010
--George William Russell
Thursday, August 12, 2010
Wednesday, August 11, 2010
The last time I stopped by I couldn't resist buying a mobile made out of old chandelier crystals and a rusted house number 3. If you are nodding your head, then Zinnia is the place for you. Plus, how can you go wrong with a shop that also has classes with names like "Needle Felted Fairy" and "The Art of the Altered Page?"
Read what others say about Zinnia here. Better yet, stop by and get lost among all the treasures. (And be sure to pet the store cat. He's a sweetheart.)
Tuesday, August 10, 2010
Come on. You know you see it too.
And it's right over our bed.
And every morning when I wake up, I swear it looks just like a screaming monkey.
Monday, August 9, 2010
William Holden Slept Here (well sort of)
When cinephiles trek to South Pasadena in search of William Holden's childhood home, they're often befuddled. Census records list 1911 Fletcher Avenue as the residence of 11 year old William Beedle -- Holden's name before Paramount Pictures changed it. (The rent for the Fletcher Avenue home was $62.50 a month. The census report also made note that the house had a radio.) But at some point 1911 Fletcher Avenue was consumed by the parking lot behind Huntington Cleaners, now bordered by this lovely hedge.
In 1921 three year old William Beedle moved with his family from O'Fallon, Illinois to South Pasadena. His mother taught school in neighboring Monrovia. His father was a chemist with Gooch Industries. The family was pleased that sleepy, respectable South Pasadena was aligned with their Midwestern values and seemed light years away from the wild, outrageous antics of nearby Hollywood.
But after Billy Beedle graduated from South Pasadena High School he began inching closer to the fast lane. He performed in radio plays at Pasadena Junior College (merged in 1954 with John Muir College to become Pasadena City College.) He got his big break playing the part of an 80 year old man in a play at The Playbox -- a small theater owned by the director of Pasadena Playhouse. A Paramount talent scout spotted him and offered him a contract. His mother was happy about her son's career but begged him to "date only South Pasadena girls" because she thought they weren't corrupted like those poor souls in the movie business. What's a mother to do!? (We can only guess what Mrs. Beedle eventually thought of this scene from Picnic.)
Sunday, August 8, 2010
Musing on an Afternoon Walk...
Saturday, August 7, 2010
The Trouble with Assistants
"I think they look pretty from this angle."
"Don't you think it would be a better picture if you took it down here?"
"I like it right here."
"Don't you think it would be better if I was in the picture?"
"Not this one."
"What if I was just in a little of the picture?"
"How about if I just barely touch one of the mailboxes? Won't that add something interesting to your picture? Then your picture won't be so boring, Mommy. Instead it will be a picture of the amazing spoooooooooky hand that came from the sky and covered the whole town! You'll see. Let me help you."
Everyone is an art director.
Friday, August 6, 2010
Caption this photo (#38)
Thursday, August 5, 2010
What do you guys think?
Wednesday, August 4, 2010
Topiary in Monochrome
Tuesday, August 3, 2010
Monday, August 2, 2010
Sunday, August 1, 2010
Woman's Club of South Pasadena.
Who is this woman and why does she have her own club?!
I immediately thought of a crazy billionaire heiress sitting alone at a long conference table wearing a tinsel crown and waving a gavel. "It's my organization!" She yells into the empty space. "Mine, all mine!" As it turns out, Woman's Clubs -- ones with informative websites (and many members) -- can be found in many cities across the country. These philanthropic groups have different missions, but all are dedicated to improving their local communities, often through the building of libraries and other forms of public service. You can read a brief Wikipedia entry about the history here.
I should have learned by now not to try and figure out mysterious organizations...