Western Greenhouse

 The highlight of my breaks usually range of different occasions; from going to see a movie or winding down with a good book.  I began my Thanksgiving weekend a tad bit early by exploring my neighborhood a little more- starting with brunch at Outerlands.  Upon a friends massive recommendation I went and was not disappointed!  With a growing foodbaby, I wasn't ready to go home just yet and roamed next door to the The General Store. 

   The greenhouse, and set up of cacti along with props that gave a western feel, made my day.  With just myself and film camera, I took a few photos of this little Western property- a backyard desert right by Ocean Beach in the Outer Sunset.

Cashmere Cat

Cashmere Cat is one of those artists I'll never stop listening to. Upon first stumbling upon these rhythmic chimes on Youtube, and then on Soundcloud, I had to get my ears on his Wedding Bells EP!  Fast forward a year and a half or two... I'm still listening to his beats and enjoying the music videos that pair art and his sounds perfectly. I made a set of my favorite songs here: Cashmere Cat Playlist

Images that come to mind when listening to Cashmere Cat

WEDDING BELLS

The sweet percussions, flirtatious flute, and bells carry the momentum through the song. 

RICE RAIN

The raindrops still echo after hearing Rice Rain

Fog Fades

Fog Fades, by Win-Mon Kyi

Sutro is a place of exploration and reflection.  Every time I go there,  it looks entirely different and I'm reminded of impermanence. One thing that remains a part of the landscape and mental picture of Sutro is the oceans waters behind the concrete beams.  Even so, when I went the fog was so thick; like a white curtain, a blank wall of nothingness.  While adventuring around, as the sun began to brighten, the fog slowly unveiled the rocks and the ocean's waves.

There are more photos to come!

November Beginnings: The Cinema

The Cinema

My favorite kind of movie theaters induce a cozy intimate vibe that makes me feel at home, yet ultimately transported into a different world at the same time.  Adding to my list of favorite local theaters is Landmark Cinema at the Opera Plaza shown above and below.  With no flamboyant sign on the streets, this gem is deep in the plaza, surrounded by other lovely restaurants and shops.

November began with three consecutive days to the cinema, with three very different experiences.

Day One:
I mistakenly went to Landmark Embarcadero Theaters (another awesome theater) instead of the Opera Plaza, and decided to catch the Birdman film instead.
                           

White Bird In A Blizzard

Day Two:
I set out to catch White Bird In A Blizzard, which I meant to see for a while : a story about a teenage girl dealing with her life and newfound sexuality during the disappearance of her mother.  The film shows how she copes with her mothers long disappearance in a beautiful picture.

Mirror play with the film camera

By coincidence, I met the main character of the film Keep On Keeping On who was among his group of friends outside of the theater.  I happened to be outside the theater, taking the exact photo above, when they asked me to take a group photo of them.  I said of course, and thus began the chatter, and the cool fact that he was in the movie.  The film was only going to be shown that weekend, so I had to go the next day. Which comes to...

Day 3:

I loved Keep On Keepin' On!  It was such an uplifting and inspiring film.  For any jazz lovers and anyone in a feel-good mood, I recommend this film.

Murakami Musings

What I Talk About When I Talk About Running is a short and sweet memoir by Haruki Murakami.  I am especially curious with other people's creative processes, so this novel which also provided Murakami's philosophies on life, running, and writing served me well.  

I decided to pull out my book on this impromptu trip to the beach.  My friend Khin and I relaxed on the sand near the shores. We caught up while I took these photos; playing with the sand and the book before going calf-deep in the ocean's ice cold water.  I felt this quote quite fitting for me and appropriate in describing the moment:

"If I go for a long time without seeing water, I feel like something's slowly draining out of me.  It's probably like the feeling a music lover has when, for whatever reason, he's separated from music for a long time. "

     

I learned about Murakami's creative process while reflecting on my own as well as a few other things about him like 1. Murakami is a morning person  2. He remembers the exact moment he decided to write a novel 3. He and his wife used to run a bar 4. He is not pained by being alone

 life lessons

"...prioritize in life figuring out in what order you should divide up your time and energy"

"You can't please everybody."

seagull, waves, seaweed, jellyfish, sea foam,and tracks in the sand from the visit to the beach

 poetic reflection

"In the midst of this flow, I'm aware of myself as one tiny piece in the gigantic mosaic of nature. "

"I'm just a replaceable natural phenomenon, like the water int he river that flows under the bridge toward the sea."

"Nothing in the real world is as beautiful as the illusions of a person about to lose consciousness."

Sand and Bookcover play

                                            Creative process

"I have to pound the rock with a chisel and dig out a deep hole before i can locate the source of creativity. "

"To write a novel I have to drive myself hard physically ands use a lot of time and effort. 

Every time I begin new novel, I have to dredge out another new, deep hole."

"When we pass each other on the road, we listen to the rhythm of each other’s breathing, and sense the way the other person is ticking away the moments.  Much like two writers perceive each other’s diction and style"

A lost cat seems to have found Murakami 

Next on my reading list:
Kafka on the Shore - Haruki Murakami
1984 - George Orwell
Just Kids - Patti Smith
The Bell Jar - Sylvia Plath
Slaughterhouse 5 - Kurt Vonnegut

Lanterns and Lights Poured in the Night

Every time I stroll through Chinatown I pick up something new. I pull a detail from each experience such as; the further you go along Grant street the item you probably already bought near the gate is sold at a lesser price, that the lion dancing mural is just around a corner, and my favorite pseudo firecrackers I've played since childhood is sold 5 boxes for $1. Each time everything becomes more familiar, each time a little less concerned with being lost, each time curious and stopping for moments to reflect & view than worry about the destination, which of course for the night was to get bubble tea. 

Not completely dark, nor completely light out.  The unclosed shops shine brightly on Grant.

With the sky a medium colored blue, here is the intersection where I plan on coming back to take a longer look. 

A deep sapphire blue, it marks in contrast with the red lanterns.

Blankets of Fog & Flowers

Bridge To Terabithia (by Katherine Paterson) meets Mist (by Stephen King)

A  sudden contrast to the radiant days, the fog engulfing the other side of the lake, and the gray-white skies provided a melancholic  mood.  A short stroll around the lake turned to a half an hour of scavenging flowers and fallen pine cones.  I turned back satisfied with pine cones and flowers cradled in my arms abandoning the comforting blanket of fog outside to dive into the warmth of my own blankets at home.