The second floor landing....looking through glass doors, across the lobby (it's a 15-20 foot drop on the other side of the half wall down to the marble-lined entrance lobby), through the distant windows and outside, past the flagpole on the curb to the tree-lined parking lot across the street; the water is beyond but not visible.
The modern office environment...layering into the distance from once side of the building to the other. During earthquakes, those rows of hanging ceiling lights sway to and fro. So does the building. It's a moving experience!
Someone is whispering messages of hope and redemption to us every morning.
The ferris wheel on Shoreline Drive.
The corner Irish pub.
The ubiquitous gas station.
Important information.
He stood very still so I could photograph him. I couldn't see those cute little bead shaped tips on his antennae until I saw the photo on my computer. And his funny little feet.
This morning there were still little drifts of ashes in the driveway and packed into all the cracks in the pavement.
Some ashes are fine and powdery as in the first photo; others are larger and dark like these. I can only wonder what forever lost treasures and mementos have gathered themselves in these black piles of carbon residue.
Are you getting dizzy?
The modern office environment...layering into the distance from once side of the building to the other. During earthquakes, those rows of hanging ceiling lights sway to and fro. So does the building. It's a moving experience!
