force Santa Ana winds in Southern California read the headlines. One
has to read far down in the story until they mention that this happens
every 10 years.
like most kids, I had a paper route. I lived in Northridge, California
and delivered the Hollywood Reporter. The route was spread out long
bicycle pedaling distances between customers, (it was not a real popular
paper unless you were in show business).
I could fit
the papers for all my customers in two large bags that hung from my
handlebars. I enjoyed my route and I liked my famous customers, except
those that wouldn’t answer the door when it was time for me to collect.
the Santa Ana winds that put an end to my career as a newspaper
delivery person. The winds blowing down the streets against me were so
fierce that I couldn’t make any forward progress with those big bags
hanging on my handlebars. I finally had to walk up to somebodys house
and ask if I could use their phone to call my mother, so I could ask her
to drive me around to finish my route that day.
driving me around on my route for a couple of days my mother suggested
that I call my supervisor and tell him I could not continue with my
no headlines about vicious Santa Anna winds. I soon learned, back in the
50s, that the Santa Ana winds blew into town every year, and that some years
they would be stronger than in other years.
have noticed by now that I have been playing with new after effects for
the photographs I took today. I downloaded a few new applications in my
search for some different frames, and some of them turned out to be a
lot of fun.
helped that it was a beautiful day full of striking images; The moon
was out, the mountains were lit, and the Sundial Bridge glowed in the
I took the pictures of Mt. Lassen from the enclosure for the Treehouse
dumpster, I noticed a lady bug walking along the top edge where I was
steadying the camera. It wanted it’s picture taken too.
all that picture taking I had worked up an appetite. Lucky for me I had
some fresh tomatoes that Sandi Taylor brought from her garden, which I
used to make a salad.
the time I was finished with my salad I got a call from my neighbor
Linda Elliott. She had just baked some apple turnover/dapple/pastries,
and wondered if I wanted some.
I am very thankful to be who I am and where I am.
I hope you enjoyed your day as much as I enjoyed mine.
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