Wrong Way Feldman

I couldn't sleep one morning since Whisky likes to get me up at weird hours to use the restroom and I decided to see if I could get a good sunrise shot. I caught this bird mid-flight with the sunrise smack dab behind downtown LA. Some days I absolutely love living in LA. The morning I took this photo was one of them. The city wasn't quiet, but it wasn't totally awake yet. I was on the roof of our building which has a pool and jacuzzi. I was joined by another resident who was enjoying his coffee and a cigarette (our building is smoke free). We acknowledged each other but didn't bother speaking. I understand why, I was still in my pajamas and he probably thought who is this old lady up here taking pictures on the roof. Other days I wish the sirens would stop and the homeless wandering the alleys wouldn't be out of their mind screaming at someone or something at all hours of the night. Those days I just need quiet. It's easy enough to create artificial quie...

Whisky is getting very old now and as any 90 year old does, has her little idiosyncrasies. Like needing to go out all hours of the day and night. Since I'm grateful that she can still tell me with enough time to either get down four flights of steps or four flights in the elevator I don't complain about it. Of course, it also helps not having a career anymore where you have to get up at the same time Monday through Friday to put your nose to the grindstone. This morning she had to go out at 3am. I wasn't too concerned as the most exciting time to go out around here is immediately after the bars close. So I throw on a light hoodie to cover my pajama top and off we went. She did her business pretty quickly but I kept hearing someone clunking around in the parking garage. That's not too unusual because we do live in a city that never sleeps. When we entered the lobby there were two couples coming in. I normally wait for the next elevator because you never know when someo...

Posters around Miracle Mile advertised that Chagall was at LACMA through January 7th using this image: The exhibit was for  Chagall's music and dance designs . Thanks to a wonderful Christmas gift of a museum membership I was able to go with a couple of friends. Before we hit the Chagall exhibit though for some strange reason I wanted to check out this painting: It's a painting entitled "The Magdalen with the Smoking Flame" by Georges de la Tour. For some reason this painting fascinated me. We stood in front of it and stared for quite some time. It was interesting how we each interpreted the masterpiece. There were so many nuances that it took quite a bit of time to really get the feeling of it. We all observed the fact that it looks like she's pregnant, and were fascinated by tracing the rope around her waste to the blocks on the floor - drowning herself, perhaps? But the weirdest thing was the way The Magdalen looks almost doll-like in the painting. ...