Tuesday, December 20, 2011


Reading this blog post on the santa annas brought me back to my childhood christmases, on my visits with my dad to my wacky grandmother's place down in southern california. I remember my uncle complaining that in LA, you wake up and its sunny, you go to sleep and its sunny. In this land, the santa anna winds become our version of a 'noreasterner.

This Christmas I'll be at home back in the northern part of the state. No Santa Annas but probably a lot of rain. I cant wait to see the centuries old oak trees sitting in the fields, which finally free of leaves expose their most sculptural form.