The sky in city of angels

I wish I could see stars in the sky where I am. Not just the five or so that manage to stubbornly shine through the haze, but really see the complete expanse of stars that I know are there. Instead I just see a thick cover of deep murky grey, almost brown. The color the water turns as you dip your brush when painting. I wonder if it means anything that when all colors are mixed together, the result is a rather depressing dark grey brown.

I remember the first time I really saw the night sky as it was meant to be seen, or at least the first time I was conscious of it. I remember only a few experiences in my life with such a strong memory of how it felt. I was in Catalina for our eighth grade trip. We had hiked up a mountain in the middle of no where, in the middle of the night. It was altogether unromantic and unremarkable in every other way except that I had never seen the raw sky before. It was incredible. True to my city nature, I did not imagine that it could look that way. I felt transported, like I could see into another world. Things were so clear. I wish I could have that feeling right now.

I sometimes think about how the sun is always shining, but the clouds are just in the way. It's not that the sun isn't out. But that is what it seems like, and ultimately that is what matters to those experiencing it. Now it's the same with the stars. Of course they are right there, filling the sky beyond the shroud that surrounds this city. If only this cover was lifted, I could see them. But my reality is that they aren't there. This realization feels almost suffocating, blinding. How can I get past this barrier of haze?

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Alone in the light

With AR at the Getty on Sunday. I will spare you from all my macros of succulents... For now.




The moment of solitude in this picture was forced (ie I waited for 5 min before I got a clear shot), but I do love the feeling I get from it. I am happy.

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the design of japanese gardens

In a time I don't know when, to a place I don't know where.

For once I see the value in that.

whenfivefell.

My good friends made this short. They are an uplifting view into another life and world.



They make a lot of awesome shorts and products, most of them very different from this: www.wongfuproductions.com

A lot of love for them.

life elusive

Sunday: work eight hours, go see Conan's [awesome] LA show, bring work to read during intermission, and go back to work for a few more hours after the show... = work-life balance?

I was about to write "still figuring things out," but then I thought... is there ever a point in life where I won't be figuring things out?

Can't complain.

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Looking through the recent posts, my emo train is full steam ahead.

Late night drives

Sometimes I just need to get out and see.

As much as I am inclined to plan and plan, I love things happened upon.

The smiley face can be an intriguing thing if you don't take it for face value.

:)

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it's the end of march

Foreign feelings

I can't fall asleep. It's a foreign feeling for me.

The time spent laying in the dark is an interesting one. It feels neither a part of this world nor a dream world. Your mind can wander to places it wouldn't during the day.

This picture is of a used bookstore I frequently walk by. I really adore it and yet am a little apprehensive about it at the same time. Seeing it at night, with its deep yellow glow and whimsically dated nature, gives me that surreal, near-dream feeling. Not quite awake and not quite asleep. It's somehow at once familiar and foreign, comforting and disconcerting.

I don't know where this will lead.

Crafts time in the office

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Made some post-it cut outs and stuck them in my plain vanilla office lamp-- love the effect! It evens shows through in a wonderful muted yellow green color.

Even better, the whole thing only took 6 minutes, ie only .1 billables were harmed in this experiment :)


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The little cracks they escalated

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The night, the confines of the car, and the sound that fills your small isolated enclosure of the world. In the darkness it seeps in, consoling.

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