My morning goes something like this:
1. Up at about 5:30, maybe 6:00 a.m.
2. Shacharit, morning prayers.
3. Breakfast: fresh fruit sprinkled with non-fat plain yogurt while reading the Wall Street Journal.
4. Write Seraphic Secret blog. Hope I don’t make an idiot of myself with the day’s post.
5. Work on latest screenplay.
6. Three mile walk. Think about latest screenplay. Convince myself that every word I’ve written is garbage and needs to be revised.
7. Answer email. Make tons of spelling errors.
8. Lunch: Salmon salad with lemon juice dressing. Torture myself over terrifying shortcomings in latest screenplay.
On my walks, with Karen if we can synch our schedules, I carry my iPhone and snap pictures of objects that, for whatever reason, excite my imagination.
And my imagination is inevitably drawn to some pretty weird stuff.
This graphic is on display in many variations in Los Angeles. Oddly enough, I've never been tempted to enter one of these masaage-acupuncture-whatever storefronts.
I love signs. They tell us so much about ourselves. These thematically contrasting wall ads are on display on Beverly Blvd., in Pico-Robertson.
Only in Beverly Hills will you find very expensive Richard Serra prints decorating a parking garage.
An unexpected and totally random image in an alley down the block from, I kid you not, Cartier, Beverly Hills.
The Persian stores along Pico Blvd. display a, um, unique style of art which is the Jewish version of Elvis on velvet paintings: Post-Modern-Rococo-Bizarro. This rendering of Moshe Rabbeinu looks alarmingly like one of my high school Rabbis.
I rarely take nature shots. But this dramatic sunset reminds me of a 50's Technicolor epic. In fact, much of Los Angeles looks and feels like a film set. Which is one of the reasons I love the golden West.
Karen & iWish all our friends and relatives a lovely and miraculous Shabbat.