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Catching Elephant is a theme by Andy Taylor
I don’t reblog too often (working on it), but the sheer joy of premeditated happiness overwhelmed me in this post. Jenn is a very entertaining tumblr, and like many tumblr’s lives a normal life. She went to school, she works, she has friends, has a bf who she cooks with alot in a great kitchen in cali and oh…. she has this awesome obsession to pet an ALPACA.
No we have never met, but we share the same weird obsession with random lamb like animals (I once biked 88 miles to the spot of Shay’s Last Rebellion in Western Mass, where I spent the afternoon with Llama’s and then Kripalu).
I really don’t care it is a Sunday and a bad time to reblog or check tumblr, this is far too good to pass on. I hope everyone is as enchanted with fall as Jenn & I are… *insert Llama & Alpaca noise here*
On a hot summer day there are few things many others would do besides the beach, the movies, or the bar. However, she chose the the Getty museum, no not the one where I would be complaining about a heavy clutch in downtown LA traffic, the one in Malibu. I had never been to the Getty Villa, and even worse I did not have a proper camera with me. I agreed not only anxiousness, but also anxiety, what happens if the “it” shot of today happens when I don’t have any gear?
I have learned since then always to rent a convertible in California, always bring a scarf for a lady, pack a bottle of wine & gas station bottle opener with two mugs, and leave your favorite film camera in your trunk.
It felt like I handed landed on the moon. Rocks were everywhere, and there was not a soul on the beach. These photos do not need an edit in my opinion, they should serve as a reminder of the natural unedited beauty of nature we see with our our eyes. Thank you Pav for suggesting to visit El Matador beach.
Meet Simba, an American Eskimo dog who is more Indian than me. He loves to eat Chapati’s (Indian bread/Roti), play soccer, and bark at nearly everything including his own shadow. Hobbies include leaving his tongue hanging out for extended periods of time, sleeping on pillows, and chasing snails.
Today was a mixed bag, a successful meeting with a Ducati dealership for a one time project, no speeding tickets, clear skies, 80 degrees, lots of traffic and oh I ran out of gas, because I have a lead foot. After jumping a fence and walking 2 miles all was right again. I am both impressed and disappointed in my brain today. Go Media Menace and you suck Davaish, look at the gas light.
One travels more usefully when alone, because he reflects more.
6 days.
Family life.
Art deco.
Ride today.
Light at the end of the tunnel.
I need this type of zooming.
Leaving Goa and Mumbai is one of the harder things I have done if my life. After a 18 year absence I found myself oddly at home, especially with a gracious host like Karishma. We may have met in NYC through friends, but I am leaving this country with one more best friend. She took care of me when I was sick, dealt with my early am wakings, made sure I had time to run, and even burped me a couple times. She has a fiery side, which made me fear for my life, but most importantly she is more generous than me. Arranging cars, meals with special friends and including me in here in my everyday life. Its one thing to be blessed by her awesome post’s and her amazing blog’s, but I feel privileged to call someone like her one of my closest friends.
Next up: NYC, Buffalo, CT, VT, Buffalo, Bermuda and San Diego.
It’s going to be a long day, hang tight.
TWO roads diverged in a yellow wood,
And sorry I could not travel both
And be one traveler, long I stood
And looked down one as far as I could
To where it bent in the undergrowth;
Then took the other, as just as fair,
And having perhaps the better claim,
Because it was grassy and wanted wear;
Though as for that the passing there
Had worn them really about the same,
And both that morning equally lay
In leaves no step had trodden black.
Oh, I kept the first for another day!
Yet knowing how way leads on to way,
I doubted if I should ever come back.
I shall be telling this with a sigh
Somewhere ages and ages hence:
Two roads diverged in a wood, and I—
I took the one less traveled by,
And that has made all the difference.
~Robert Frost
That stem took his own route, now it is your turn.
