Self-portrait with Shadows
A few more things from our trip. Happier things. Textures and snippets we might forget someday---but that will bring everything rushing back when we see them again.
Bonneville Salt Flats. If you've never been there, you should go---it's otherworldly. The textures and paleness and vastness of it all make it feel like a dreamscape. The children like to run, and run, and run.
We picnicked in the most lovely places. This canyon, with river and deep pools.
And woods like these---magical to desert-dwellers like us.
And every day, my favorite foods. Bread. Olive oil. Interesting cheeses. I could happily eat that sourdough daily for the rest of my life.
Golden Gate Bridge at sunset. Isn't it a strange feeling, when you are looking at something so iconic in real life? My first thought is usually, "This seems just like a postcard," which is really quite backwards, when you think of it. I love the way the light glinted off the water and pulled the bridge into shadow.
The boys (and girl) have a quite remarkable ability to annoy each other. This time I bought them earmuffs. Every time someone complained about someone else (usually it stemmed from them all trying to sing at the same time: they are inveterate car-singers. "He's messing me up!" "I'm not on that verse yet!" ), I called back unfeelingly, "Put your earmuffs on then!" It was moderately successful.
This is the water at Lake Tahoe. The clarity is unlike any lake-water I've seen. I can't get over that web of light, falling over and into the water from above, tracing the ripples and pulling the sunshine between that gradient from brown to blue.
Why yes, I did spend every few hours in this attitude. I may know every bench in the greater Bay Area.
The boys LOVE revolving doors. Not sure the snooty hotel-workers loved them loving them, if you know what I mean. But they weren't breaking anything, or even getting in anyone's way, so I smiled beatifically and allowed it for a few minutes.
Golden Gate Bridge from underneath. Aren't those girders cool? They look so delicate from this distance, but you know they are enormous. A man-made web of wires.
This was the greatest arcade machine ever. We each got to pick a machine to try and Sam, Game Expert, picked this one. I love the caption on top: THEY DANCE. Yep, they did. Love Seb's face all lit up in wonder, too.
Here Sebastian sits in time-out and Daisy joins him of her own free will. Seb is touched in spite of himself.
More picnic-ing, and donut carnage. We have a big family, and the way we handle (manhandle?) a dozen donuts brings this truth home to me. I didn't intend to include a grasping hand in this picture, but it's fitting, somehow.
Love this boy and his tiptoeing feet. He tiptoed right up to the water---then ran away giggling before it barely had time to touch those toes. Just like how many generations of little boys before him, I wonder?
If only I could re-create the feeling under these redwood trees. They have a presence almost like people, but slower, and statelier. I love Tolkien's trees and have felt a sort of watchfulness in European forests, but these redwoods encroach on my consciousness even more strongly. They have a cathedral-like stillness: quiet and unruffled, but with that waiting silence that precedes something important. And sunlight illuminates the spaces through the leaves like blue stained glass.