The LA Kings have their first pre-season games tonight (it beats repeats of Hallmark movies that I’ve seen multiple times) but the game’s not on either television or radio. I finally found out that it was on the iHeartRadio app, so I downloaded the app and created an account. I found the game, but also learned an interesting lesson.
If you’re searching for “LA Kings” but type in “LA Kinks” by mistake…
I’m hardly a prude and I have a vivid imagination, but there are apparently things out there that are so far out of my range of experience that words simply fail!
And not one of those suggestions mentioned either of the Davies brothers!
After a long day of being “on” from the word “go” with staff out sick and critical deadlines that had to be met anyway and meetings that I had to be prepared for and even more “ON!” for…
…it was wonderfully calm and cool with a little breeze and there were lines of puffy clouds when I finally fled the office.
Both west and east. I wished that I could be a hawk and go up and spin and circle through them just for the joy of it.
Instead I was just the geeky, weird dude standing in the parking lot taking pictures of clouds and making the other folks in the building think that maybe they should avoid sharing an elevator with me because who knows what other bizarre, non-conventional, freakish behaviors I might be capable of.
They also didn’t bother to notice the clouds.
How droll to be them!
Some days you need it more than others – some days I don’t even know if it’s helping.
We made it through another week. We made it through another Saturday. We’re still upright, taking nourishment, on the right side of the dirt.
That’s a win in anyone’s book.
And I got out the good camera for the occasion.
Remember I said you could see Griffith Observatory? It’s over to the right from this view. This is the big peak in Griffith Park, with the Hollywood sign just on the far side to the right of that radio/TV tower. (Click on the image to view it full sized.)
Ooooh, looky what I found! Just five hours short of full, that’s about 99.99% illuminated and coming up through the evening haze.
Play with the exposure time and you get some detail, craters and “oceans.”
Remember that hill and radio tower?
You could almost reach out and touch it.
Pull back a little bit and you can see the lights coming on across the San Fernando Valley.
Looking for the owl. (Didn’t see, or hear, him.)
Is that a dot in the upper left, at about the 10:00 position? No, that would be a plane taking off out of Burbank! I was shooting a series of bracketed shots and you can clearly see the plane coming up from the lower left, going in front of the moon…
…and then taking off a bit to the upper right before looping back around to cross over Van Nuys Airport and head north toward Northern California or the Pacific Northwest. (I’ve taken that takeoff many a time!)
Lots of hubbub online about “a full moon on Friday the Thirteenth!!” Give me a break. Just enjoy the beautiful moon and the view – you don’t need anything more than that.
Do you see it?
Way out there, on the horizon. If you have binoculars you can see Griffith Observatory. Right over it.
It’s not quite full – that’s still fifteen hours away, at 21:33 PDT. But it’s 99% illuminated, so the casual observer wouldn’t notice.
The the naked eye it leaps out at you – the iPhone camera takes a bit of coaxing to reveal it. Then again, the iPhone camera didn’t evolve over a few hundred million years out in the Serengeti, where the light of the full moon could give an advantage to predator – or prey.
It’s cleared the hills down there in the haze.
99%? Close enough.
Time to howl!
Confused. Lost. Angry. Frustrated. Directionless.
Maybe it’s the anniversary. Maybe it’s today’s news. Maybe it’s all of that and more.
It’s a roller coaster. Some long-term battles have been won. Some decisions and deadlines are coming like a runaway freight train.
What to do?
Take a deep breath. Pause. Nothing needs to be done this second. Let the gut unclench a bit. A memory comes. A piece of advice, shining dimly through the fog of confusion like the most distant of beacons.
“First – do no harm.”
So instead of angst & fog and confusion, let’s share some pictures from our Sunday BBQ. It was a nice gathering. There were some old favorites and some new adventures on the grill. The gas held out juuuuuuuuust long enough to finish.
It all came out well, even the adventures. More experimentation and experience is needed on the tri-tip. Practice, practice, practice.
The season started to the sacred BBQ vestments were brought out of storage. I was having a good time…
…and not thinking about fog. Or the news. Or decisions.
Somewhere in the middle is a path.
Somewhere in the fog.
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