snow fall
February 20, 2008
As I stepped out to do some errands this evening, I noticed that the asphalt was dotted with tiny white petals from a nearby tree. It was the closest thing to snow I’ve seen all year, so I snapped a shot.
Sometimes, I swear, Los Angeles can be so beautiful.
I’ve been noticing it more and more lately now that Rama and I are considering moving. It’s as if the city knows that we might leave, and it’s trying to woo us to stay. (I’m sure that the recent rains have something to do with it, too.)
I don’t know what’s in store for us—where we’ll go, if we go anywhere at all. But this evening, as I trod lightly on the snowy blooms and pulled my corduroy jacket closer to me, I was happy to be home.
I'm Christine, and this is a slice of my life—a sweet, rich, wildly indulgent slice that would taste really good with a scoop of Breyers vanilla bean ice cream. Read more >>
I run a darling, friendly, little graphic design studio.
I look on the bright side.
I take photos. Lots of photos.
I wish on stars and on websites.
I built my first web site 7 years ago and got 15 seconds of fame. (It changed my life.)
I launched, then relaunched, an online magazine.
I admitted to several embarrassing crushes.
I consumed more bacon than any human should and lived to tell the tales.
it’s our honeymoon home. it always will be.
so lovely.
It really does seem like maybe LA is trying to get you to stay; the ‘snow’ is just that lovely.
[…] Wherever we do end up, I vow to have more brunches and dinner parties and people over for no reason at all. I love setting the table just right, turning up the tunes and making a meal that makes me proud. I love looking around the table and seeing the faces of people I adore. I love eating, talking and laughing until our bellies slightly ache, and we are content. […]