the shadows of an afternoon walk

Unintentionally, I seem to have captured the shadows of a pregnant lamppost.  Plus some bougainvillea, and its accompanying leaves; all projected onto a weirdly colored pale lime green wall.  

Jolted just now by a 3.9 earthquake, which did everything it was meant to do (loud boom; sound as if a train was rushing into the house; windows rattling alarmingly). Gramsci fled; I dived under the dining room table; Moth carried on eating, and Alice "wasn't sure what that was."  I guess Grammy and I come across as the novices, here ...

 

Jackson Market

A new discovery!  Jackson Market, in Culver City (or, to be more exact, Park East), which is like a funky neighborhood deli in - oh, I don't know, somewhere mid-sized and quirky, like Columbus Ohio (friends in Columbus will tell me it's nothing like it, I'm sure - I plucked that out of the air, but it reminds me of the US 25 years ago, being busy but small scale and completely unpretentious), with a little yard in which to eat at the back.  "Eat" - I'm still on the not-chewing-very-much routine, but the tub of guacamole was delicious.

And this was with my oldest friend, whom I've known for ... a bit under 68 years.  Photo courtesy of the people sitting next to us - I don't know why I've slumped so ... it both seems a long time since we were, say, galloping down the beach at Deauville on retired racehorses, and on the other hand, not a minute ago.