Three in One

This photo captures three things I love about Palm Springs:  The sky, the hiking trail which begins at the base of this mountain and ends on my street corner, and the museum.   On this particular day I saw an exhibit featuring Andrew Wyeth's quiet snowy landscapes and portraits of people whose journeys are mapped out on their faces, as if exclaiming "I've lived".

Desert Sun and Frittata

I don't have many go-to recipes, except when it comes to Sundays in Palm Springs.  Years ago, when friends started to make the weekend pilgrimage to the desert,  I often whipped up a frittata for Sunday brunch from the previous evenings' left over vegetables.  Efficient, easy and from the compliments,  satisfying.   The smell of sauteed garlic, ginger and a fresh pot of coffee is enough to get the late sleepers out of bed, and for those who have already scrambled up the mountain trail behind the museum the sustenance is a welcomed treat.  I prefer to lounge and cook, and eat under the blue sky than try to rally everyone to wait in a long line at a local eatery for brunch.  So the frittata has become a Sunday morning staple, and like a good friend, its always enjoed.

Desert Rain and Pasta

An expected cold and rainy weekend in the desert yielded a perfectly chill day.  Morning yoga gave way to consignment store hopping stirring my passion for interior decor.  An afternoon movie was shelved for a good book and a lengthy nap.  MG whipped up a fantastic dinner from finds in the refrigerator -- eggplant, arugula tomato sauce over vegetable fettuccine with a side of artichokes.  Night stars glow in the sky making it difficult to predict tomorrow's weather especially given the conflicting forecasts for more showers.  Either way, I'm certain the day will unfold as it should, perfectly.

Vision

When it comes to decorating, very specific visions frequently appear in my mind.  Several years ago, when I purchased my PS house I immediately imagined a deep blue pool, inspired by those I'd seen in the Hamptons.  This costly cosmetic enhancement fell to the  bottom of my priority list, jettisoned for a slew of necessary renovations like a new roof and kitchen.  A month ago I was informed my pool had several serious leaks, and the only solution was to re-plaster the surface.  On the bright side, I could finally get the deep blue pool I always wanted.  I received three different bids, all recommending pebble tec, a man made surface composed of small stones more durable than regular plaster.  My request for old school plaster, and a deep blue color was met with resistance.  Nobody does that was the basic response.  I stuck to my guns.  Additionally, for an extra thousand for labor I could replace  the cheap purple tile border, a feature I never liked.   I drove to the nearest pool tile store, and went straight for the clearance section.  I like bargains for more reasons than just the price.  The limited selection makes decision making simple, and typically the merchandise is in stock.  For $3.25 a square foot I purchase a natural stone 1" square mosaic.  The results exceeded my expectations.  Ironically, the pool company has already recommended the plaster to several clients.

Identity

Due to a prior engagement downtown, I was the last one to arrive at a dinner party where the only person I knew was the hostess, and our connection was just starting to develop.  The guests were already immersed in conversation, and red wine.  Introductions were made, and one woman asked, "you're a photographer?"  I stumbled, never having been identified that way especially in a group with heavy ties to Hollywood.  "I take photographs", was my hesitant reply.  "I stare at you all day, your face, your photograph."  That was indeed an interesting icebreaker.  In the smallness that is Hollywood, a fb friend purchased my profile photo last year, and the framed image hangs on a wall outside this woman's office.

Thrifting

I've been craving a good thrift store where I can lose hours riffling through racks of vintage clothes or surveying endless rows of mid-century furnishings.  My all time favorite haunt, the 111 Antique Mall in Palm Springs, closed suddenly several years ago amidst scandalous gossip.  I still dream about the  large warehouse filled with vintage treasures.  A mere eight hundred feet from my house, I often visited the mall, alone or with weekend guests in tow, enticed by the promise of  an affordable souvenir and the persnickety owner's R-rated shtick that was better than most comedy acts. The exceptional prices made it easy to take decorative risks.  It was not uncommon to take a break in one of the many living room settings while plotting potential purchases.  Inspiration for my burning man installation occurred when I stumbled upon a 1970s pool slide in the back of the store.  One November I finally gave in and purchased an original Evergleam aluminum Christmas tree, the quintessential Palm Springs holiday ornamentation.  During another visit I became obsessed with a listed Californian artist, Hendrik Grise, and purchased two of his watercolors.   Although I continue to search, I've never encountered another store  that comes close to the 111 in scope, merchandise and entertainment, but the optimist in me keeps looking.

Light after the Storm

Of late, we've had a lot of varied weather in Los Angeles.  I hiked one afternoon, later than I should have, the consequence of ignoring the fact that the days are indeed getting shorter and shorter.   The sunset cast a purple hue over the mountains, and a warm Santa Ana breeze chased any chill that would typically accompany the onset of night.  Days later low hanging clouds gave way to hours of rain, the perfect atmosphere for staying in, finding comfort in various rooms while reading scrips and books that had piled up as attachments in Google docs.  The storm ended in the afternoon, and I watched the descending sun's patterns on the walls through out the house.  Simple days; nourishing, calming and productive occupy my week.  For years I sought balance between the demands of a satisfying career and a rich social life that provided connection and downtime.  I knew something had to give, and it did in a big way when I took two years off from work, but the goal, the dream, was to find balance while integrating these two parts of my life.  I wasn't sure how to achieve it, and I had many doubts it was even possible, but I didn't stop dreaming.  So the other day as I was chasing the light around my house with the camera, in awe of the beauty and thankful for the moment  I realized my dream was no longer a dream, but my reality.