Tuesday, September 25, 2012
We almost didn't get to paint here, and I'm really glad we did. There are beautiful and surprising shrubs and trees. Huge butterflies flutter from flower to flower. Hummingbirds are on to it too. There is a smell of sweet roses and ripe concord grapes.
Monday, September 17, 2012
here and here. This time I felt compelled to paint a different view, and so I painted the back. I suppose I also need to come up with something else to say about it. I've reviewed the Old Mill's good website and the Wikipedia entry, as well as the Yelp reviews. If you are planning a visit, I suggest you do that too. There isn't much there in the way of interpretive displays. What I love about the Old Mill is that the admission is free, and it's kind of quiet and hard to find, and you could just park yourself on any of a number of nice shady benches and inhale history and nature. If you went a couple of weeks from now, the thousands of huge pomegranates would be ripe. The Old Mill has been the Old Mill since 1823 when a new mill was built next to Mission San Gabriel.
Wednesday, September 12, 2012
This is Lacy Park, which is an easy walk from where I grew up. It is so sweetly familiar. Memories of Lacy Park are sprinkled through my life. Our beagle. Babysitters. Y day camp. Fourth of July. Watergate. The rains of 1970. Kisses. Tutoring. Softball. Frisbee. A company picnic. A class reunion. My sons learning to ride bicycles. The summer I was off work.
Nostalgia is an ailment that mainly affects older people, but I don't think anyone is immune. Even pretty small children probably long to go back to a time when they didn't understand the news, when they believed in fairies and Santa Claus, and when they fit comfortably and safely in their parents' arms.