Barrio Chicken

Came across this chicken or rather rooster walking casually down a local neighborhood street. He didn't seem to mind having his photo taken.

This Song Has No Title

This picture is from a visit to the L.A. County Fair - two years ago. It cracks me up every time I see it, but it has absolutely nothing to do with what I stopped and noticed today; what I've been noticing for the last few days.

My problem with capturing a new photo for today's blog is that, while I have been stopping and noticing, what I've been noticing hasn't been visual. I am usually a very visual person. I only learn when I can see something. When I meet new people I look closely at their face and see the letters of their name in my mind. So I've been a little surprised by myself the last few days. What have I been noticing?

-Do the birds always sing like that? Or is just because it's spring?
-Why is my breathing so shallow? See how much better it feels when I fill my lungs full of air?
-Hey, I can feel my upper back muscles when I stand up straight and push my shoulders back.

These are just a tiny few of the things I've been stopping and noticing lately. I'm afraid, as I'm writing this, that it sounds rather mundane. But honestly, these last few days, my senses seem to be on overdrive and when I'm taking the time to notice everything that I hear, touch, smell, taste, it can be a bit overwhelming.

And just when I start feel like I can't possibly stand the sensation of noticing one more thing, when I feel like I'm on double overload, that's when I notice one more thing. I notice how happy I am.

And the picture of the horse's butt? Well, that makes me happy too.

Straw Hat

Fish Tacos

Waiting for Fish Tacos in Lincoln Heights

Obligation/privledge

Reporting to serve....not as dreadful as many claim.

Progress?

A while ago, I posted a photo of a childhood picnic spot of mine; well, in the name of "progress" my little white wooden "picnic" rail has been removed and replaced with this heavy steel industrial guard rail. It saddened my heart a little yet I was reminded that I had taken the photo of my old rail and will have that to always remember it by and if not for this blog project, I might not have ever taken a photo of it and might have taken for granted that it would always be there and then have it gone and it be too late to do anything about it but now because I took notice, it sort of always will be there;at least in spirit and in my heart.

Chandeliers at the Train Station

I took D. to Union Station today, in downtown Los Angeles, to catch the red line subway to a friend's house. I walked inside with him so I could show him where to get his ticket, where to catch the train.

I've been in Union Station a million times, but I always forget . . . everything there is amazing, from the door handles, to the floor tiles, to the clocks on the walls. We came in the front entrance, and it struck me again. I stopped and made him sit in one of those huge wood and leather seats in the waiting area. He wasn't sure what I was getting at, but he obliged. He's used to his mom's strange and unusual requests. Then we leaned back and I told him to look up. 

"You will never, ever, see something like this built in Los Angeles again," I told him. I think he believed me.

 

A "snowdrift" of flower petals

I was shocked to see snow on the ground here in NYC today.

I was happy to see I was wrong:

It wasn't snow--

It was a "snowdrift" of flower petals--blossoms from a nearby tree

Blowing around just like snow on the sidewalks.

Beautiful.

Irony

This morning, this photo was taken because these palms stood out against the clear sky and then this evening I realized it was Palm Sunday so I thought that it was rather ironic.

Northeast L.A. and the Hollywood Sign

Can you see it? There, at the top of that furthest hill, near the center of the photo, way out on the horizon. Just a bit above the telephone pole. Maybe you can zoom in. Now, look really, really closely and you'll see it.

It's the Hollywood sign.

All my life I've lived just a few miles from Hollywood, and in my whole life I've been to Hollywood maybe three times. Hollywood has had such a huge impact on not just my native Los Angeles, but the whole world. As for me, I mostly just forget it exists - it remains a tiny speck in the distance.

But if I'm really honest, I have to admit that even that tiny speck of white letters on hill can still give me a little thrill when I catch a glimpse of it.

Red Peppers on sale at the local grocery store today.

Johnie and Bob

This is Johnie; for over 40 years he stood prominently atop "Johnie's Broiler" a restaurant located in Downey, California. Johnie's had been featured in several movies and TV shows because of it's authentic 50's style; sadly, in 2007, Johnie's Broiler was illegally demolished, however, Johnie himself refused to go and has remained and although he now stands at the back of the parking lot of the newly built Bob's Big Boy, he has no hard feelings; that's just the kind of cool cat Johnie is.

Bones Everywhere I Go

I'm not sure why, but it seems like everywhere I go I find small bones with teeth. I don't even have to be wandering in the vacant hills. Sometimes, I'm just walking down my street, I look down, and I find them in the corner of someone's front yard, near the driveway. A little freaky, to say the least. But I'm not complaining.

Refrigerator Collage

Massive wall of canned goods

this always causes me to stop and stare

(an outdoor wall at a latino grocery store in washington heights, nyc)

Poppies

Theses poppies are adding to the spring joy in my yard.

Spiked Wheels

What the?! This is a tow truck.  What do they do? Go around popping tires to drum up some towing business?

Greetings

As I descend from the freeway off ramp, from my morning commute, I am, on most mornings, greeted by the sun on the horizon....makes pulling in the parking lot a little easier.

Scary Statue

I was walking in Queens today

when I came upon this stone statue

(actually, there were 2 of them--one on each "pillar" at the house)

AND IT TOTALLY FREAKED ME OUT.

It made me wonder if the owners liked the image

Or if it was some kind of a memorial

A boy-angel and his puppy...

The Judge-a-Mood Meter

I can pretty accurately judge my mood just by looking at this small bookcase in my bedroom.

A.) Lousy Mood:  Does it look like a pile of dusty crap that should have been thrown out long ago?
Or
B.) Good Mood:  Does is look like a glorious pile of memories and inspiration?