Christmas is here with all the usual joy and gore! I took some pictures last night from my neck of the woods. Welcome to the winter in the Lala Land.
We are trying so hard to look like New York or Boston in the winter holidays but Los Angeles stays Los Angeles, a comfortable 55 F on Christmas eve.
The Beverly Regent (AKA the pretty woman hotel) looks great in red.
“My little dog – a heartbeat at my feet”
Of course what is all this without music?
And these are some of my favorite store windows – the fabulous Rem Koolhaas‘ Prada flagship is amazing. I’ve always liked his Seattle public library as well.
Red has always been my favorite color.
I have added Blue as another favorite some years ago.
I like them equally now.
By the way, I hate shopping/the crowd/malls – I wished people would stop accumulating extra-everythings (from candles to cars)…We all know people that are hopelessly deluded, bathed in trivia, mesmerized to the point of idiocy by almost any celebrity, amusing themselves to death, self-defeating and absurde at times. I made you read!
Once again beautiful photographs capture the spirit of season & equally meaningful message.
Our hearts grow tender with childhood memories and love of kindred, and we are better throughout the year for having, in spirit, become a child again at Christmas-time.
~Laura Ingalls Wilder
The gap in our economy is between what we have and what we think we ought to have – and that is a moral problem, not an economic one.
~Paul Heyne
Il neige
Et la blancheur s’accroît
A cela rien d’étrange
C’est vitesse,
c’est lenteur
et c’est répit pour la parole
Le retour de minutes perdues
En blancheur le temps
Nous revient……
:))
J’ai acheté le livre “Pas sur la neige”.
Un bonheur sans pareil.
However… I love red too….. 😉
Happy to meet you soon !
et aussi :
“Bleue est la couleur du regard, du dedans de l’âme et de la pensée, de l’attente, de la rêverie et du sommeil”
du même auteur , jean michel MAULPOIX 🙂
parce que j’ai aussi acheté “une histoire de bleu” ..
http://www.maulpoix.net/US/biblious.html
Nuit de veille
O Nuit aux flancs arrondis,
Nuit propice au plaisir, à l’oubli,
C’est à moi seule à qui ce bien est dû,
Pour tant de larmes et tant de temps perdu.
O Rossignol que mon cœur attendait,
Rossignol de la nuit, aux ailerons mouillés,
Viens à moi sans peur et sans prudence,
Pour toute joie et toute connaissance.
Je ne possède rien mais je T’aime.
Je vis distante de moi-même,
Par moi-même désertée,
Morte d’avoir été.
Ce moi-même perdu, là quelque part,
Dans un coin, un endroit de hasard,
Ce moi-même si rompu, si amer
Sauve-le de l’orgueil, du regret.
D
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