Good morning and greetings, festival of light fans. That’s right, we’re down to the twelfth month of the year, which is prime time sunrise, sunset and good will hunting season. There was tremendous action in the sky last week, and we’ll be checking out those fantabulous moments in upcoming posts. Today we’ll be viewing the whiter shade of pale, because as voyeurs of this site know, variety and paprika are the spice of life.
But before we head to the photo booth, I thought I would continue with a sequel to last week’s theme of things I am grateful for. Like having the time and somewhat sound mind to pen these words. Things like the sound of rain, the wind whistling through the trees or a leaf blower on a cloudless, sunny day. Those special memories, special moments, or in the words of 38 Special, “hold on loosely, but don’t let go. If you cling to tightly, you’re gonna loose control.” This words actually have nothing to do with my previous thought, I just love that song.
So what am I really grateful for? Well, for starters, I’m grateful that I can see, because if I couldn’t, I would have missed my son Jason’s 24-point performance in his basketball season opener. As I like to tell my friends and life counselor, I don’t get to see him take his calculus or biology tests, but I do get to watch him glide into the frontcourt, drive into the lane, hang in the air and knock down a jumper. In the words of Joyce Kilmer, “I think that I shall never see, a poem as lovely as a three. Pointer that is, and we’re talking all net.
I’m grateful that I’m still able to laugh on alternate parking days. I definitely don’t laugh, chuckle or guffaw as much as I used to, as I find as I get older that the stress of life affects my propensity for focusing on the lighter moments. The negative is just so much more comfy. I can remember with great clarity the most hilarious moments of my life, when the laughter just would not stop. This would not include any moments with the stomach flu, taking the SAT’s or any math class after eighth grade.
I am grateful to be able to hear, although if I had an nickel for every time during the day that I say “what”, I could easily afford that shetland pony I’ve always wanted. I think what I love most is hearing the sound of my children laughing. Listening to those sounds of teenage joy means my wife and I have done something right as parents or that they’ve gotten their hands on the laughing gas again.
I am grateful that I’m able to walk, because every weekday morning Allison and I parade along West Cliff Drive, admiring the light in the sky, the waves that have traveled thousand of miles and the people who don’t clean up after their dogs along the path. Not everyone has this mobility and so many people never make it to the edge. Others go beyond and never come back. I’ve always lived by the motto, walk softly but let someone else carry that big stick for you.
I am so grateful that I can talk. You might say I’m not big on the new technology, as I have no blackberry, blueberry, blue tooth, white snake, iphone, heating pad, ipad or electric blanket. I have never texted, tweeted or yodeled and tend to use my cellphone as often as I see Haley’s comet. I’m very comfortable living this 1992 lifestyle. Some might say I’m missing the boat. I say, bon voyage, enjoy the cruise without me.
I like to communicate the old fashioned way, like the poineers and early settlers did, by telephone. I like saying something and hearing an immediate reaction from the sound of a human voice. That’s how I reach out and touch someone. So that’s my story and I’m sticking with it.
But at this moment, what I’m really, really most grateful for that I don’t have to write anything else about gratitude, because if I think about this subject much longer my head is going to explode.
So in furtherance of today’s title, I thought we’d go with a few images from the white side. We start with a some aviary action from Antonelli’s Pond, where I shot this great egret along with some snowy egrets perched along a fallen branch in the water. We chatted and they told me they were in town for a conference on migration patterns of Californians to Hawaii. They wanted to come and check out my abode, but I had to egret to inform them that just wasn’t going to fly.
The next two images are from a recent high tide, big swell morning along West Cliff. I stopped at Bird Rock and shot these photos of waves celebrating the end of their journey across the Pacific by smashing against the cliffs. Is it just me, or does the texture on the first shot remind anyone of the inside of a Hostess cupcake? Alright, maybe a Twinkie.
We then moveon.org to a couple of spider webs that I photographed during a recent rain. Now I realize they’re not quite white, but they do begin with ‘w’ so I thought that was close enough. Earlier in the day I had run into little Miss Muffet, who was lounging on her tuffet. She was eating her curds and told me to get out of the whey as she was expecting company. So as not to spite her, I just ran away.
Let’s go to the late night. “President Obama held a ceremony at the White House to celebrate the first night of Hanukkah. In response, Republicans said, ‘It’s even worse than we thought. He’s a Jewish Muslim. President Obama has set aside over 180 million acres of land for polar bears. When Sarah Palin heard about it, she said, ‘Todd, get my gun.’” –Conan O’Brien “President Obama needed 12 stitches after taking an elbow to the mouth during a basketball game, but he learned a valuable lesson: Don’t get in the way of Hillary’s tomahawk jam.” –Craig Ferguson
“In a recent interview, Sarah Palin said we must stand with our North Korean allies. When she was corrected she said, ‘Listen, geometry was never my strong suit.’” –Jay Leno “In a recent interview, Sarah Palin said we have to stand with ‘our North Korean allies.’ When told that North Korea is not our ally, Palin said, ‘Sorry, I meant East Korean allies.’” –Conan O’Brien “Anderson Cooper did a show this week from inside that half-mile long drug smuggling tunnel between San Diego and Mexico. It’s quite an amazing tunnel. It has lighting, ventilation, a rail car, a Starbucks…” –Jimmy Kimmel
“A special thanks to our audience tonight. You must really hate your relatives to come down here on Thanksgiving Day. The original Thanksgiving with the Pilgrims lasted three days. That was before we learned we could eat three days worth of food in one day.” –Jay Leno “Monday was a big online shopping day called ‘Cyber Monday.’ Immediately followed by ‘Identity Theft Tuesday.’” –Conan O’Brien “A 19-year-old Somali man was arrested in Portland for allegedly planning to detonate a bomb at a Christmas tree lighting ceremony. His parents are devastated. He had such a promising career as a pirate.” –Jay Leno
So that’s our first sampling for December. Coming up next week we’ll showcase the recent color and pagentry in the morning and evening skies. So may your week be as low-key and non-hyped like LeBron’s return to Cleveland. We’ll catch you down the far sideline. Aloha, mahalo and later, Russell Westbrook fans.