Hi Paul and Jim...it would not be unusual for someone like me being somewhere he shouldn't be. In fact, looking over the Bonneville Dam pictures up on the Colombia River in August, I realize now why two men from wildly different positions started shadowing me...speaking on walkie-talkies, I thought about work, but in retrospect there were signs all over saying it was a restricted area....Duh! (I am glad they didn't arrest me....lol)
But here, at the La Brea Tar Pits, I remembered a little bridge up behind the fenced area that might give me a better angle than shooting though a tight fence...a real difficulty with a large lens. So my position was legal, (I think).
I have spend now 4 late Fridays down at the LA Country Museum of Art....It is free on Friday, after 3pm (so I can get some work done too), and they have free concerts....I love Museums...but I have been a bit of a Museum snob...it's not the Tate Modern on the South Bank of the Thames or the Puskin in Moscow.
But it really is a very, very good and large, multi-building place...with a great collection. Though I have been there 4 times, two buildings and one floor of the Ahmanson Building remains un-explored.
But I will complete this eventually...as part of my new life.
And here's the confession....I have lost a step; I have lost several in fact; I cannot keep up with men 20 years my junior....I need to strike out on my own, not only because of my persistent nerve damage, (isn't all nerve damage persistent?), not only to prove to myself I can still do things...function still, but also because I am ashamed of holding people back.
I am no longer a leader.
Before I got sick, I could see that I was holding people back....this is not to say I am not a good person to have around, (especially if you are hurt, especially in a emergency), but above 10,000 feet I am useless...and truly, I have some trouble even above 7,500 ft.
I am not the man I once was. Simple truth....so I need to forge a different life of sorts, where things take place at my own pace. This is what I am doing.
I can't post this widely or among close friends, but confession is good for one's perspective...I need to come to terms with....this getting old business; this tired and creaky bones business.
Hey, no one ever said it was going to be easy. I'll be 70 in a few months and this sort of haunts me also. But I'm good and getting better...lol
After looking and thinking I remember exactly where these are on the property and you had to have a unique location to capture this reflection. Maybe even in a location where you shouldn't have been. Paul.