Was a great week for the boys and I.
I love getting fun emails about new projects and writing features and being a being a lover of the Los Angeles Times, it was great to get an email starting,
"Hi Catherine, I am a producer for the Los Angeles Times and..."
And so it was that an image I'd posted online became the Reader's Photo of the day in the Los Angeles Times showing the beauty of Southern California Moments.
It just goes to show that when you're eating dinner at Back on the Beach Cafe with the boys and friends and you only have a macro lens on your camera, Mother Nature's beauty will prevail. And this was our view.
Perfect morning at the beach house reading about Christopher Reeve's life, perfect afternoon swimming with the boys for hours and hours, joined by Kristina and her mum Margaret, eating squid ink pasta with squid as the sun went down.
At times like this, I get to see how I'm that little bit different. I can happily gauge on this view for hours marvelling at its beauty, and the cyclists and runners and evening strollers who passed me by merely glanced at it. I wanted to stop each in turn and squeal, Look! Look at the sky! And behold its true wonder. But I guess I should keep those thoughts to myself and speak in pictures instead.
It just goes to show that when you're eating dinner at Back on the Beach Cafe with the boys and friends and you only have a macro lens on your camera, Mother Nature's beauty will prevail. And this was our view.
Perfect morning at the beach house reading about Christopher Reeve's life, perfect afternoon swimming with the boys for hours and hours, joined by Kristina and her mum Margaret, eating squid ink pasta with squid as the sun went down.
At times like this, I get to see how I'm that little bit different. I can happily gauge on this view for hours marvelling at its beauty, and the cyclists and runners and evening strollers who passed me by merely glanced at it. I wanted to stop each in turn and squeal, Look! Look at the sky! And behold its true wonder. But I guess I should keep those thoughts to myself and speak in pictures instead.
Can you think of a more apt description than Feels like heaven?
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