Lois Reynolds Mead

Art and a pink monkeyflower in a native plant garden…


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Central Coast…

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Central Coast

A quick, unexpected trip last week to Southern California. Brief pauses on the way South and North in the Central Coast of California. The place where most childhood vacations were taken, where I went to college, where my parents spent retirement. At 6:30 am we purchased very tall lattes at Top Dog and moved to see the rock receive its sun for the day (January and close to summer weather!) We were even earlier than the surfers (they were close behind.) This was the place where my father painted while the rest of us walked, dodged waves, poked in tidal pools, and tried to play tag with shorebirds.

I had cataract surgery yesterday and I am looking through a perforated eye guard. I already can tell my world will be brighter, more intense with color, shinier, and vibrant.

Two of my father’s paintings of the Central Coast.

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Shore…

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We went out to Fort Cronkhite last weekend. TM needed to do some off-season maintenance jobs for GGRO (Golden Gate Raptor Observatory) and I always jump at the chance to go with if he is going to spend the morning at one of the most beautiful places in the world. Plus, I get a lunch in Sausalito and a dash into the Heath Ceramics Factory Store. An ideal day, IMHO. It was so foggy this particular morning that you could not tell that there was a Golden Gate Bridge when the road passed it and there were raindrops to dodge. It was beautiful anyway. I took a lot of video clips  and included some 8mm app footage, but wasn’t quite sure what my story was until I ran across a poem by Mary Oliver. Here are some still shots, the poem, and the iMovie I made with them all. You can make the movie full screen by clicking in front of the word vimeo.

IMG_9258IMG_9194IMG_9204IMG_9267IMG_9328IMG_9335IMG_9336I Go Down to the Shore  by Mary Oliver

I go down to the shore in the morning

and depending on the hour the waves

are rolling in or moving out,

and I say, oh, I am miserable,

what shall—

what should I do? And the sea says

in its lovely voice:

Excuse me, I have work to do.

https://vimeo.com/63275654 (click to see the movie)