Thursday, July 3, 2014
My stomach is bloated from eating too much watermelon, and that's okay because it's July - and that's how you should eat your way through the month of July. Tomorrow is one of my very most favorite day's out of the year. I love America's birthday more than my own. I love that the whole nation comes together despite our differences and we celebrate our country that let's our freedom ring from sea to shining sea.
Tonight, I kicked my feet back in silence until I began to hear a loud booming and knew it was the sound of a magical firework show ringing in the celebration of the 4th. So, I jumped out of my seat, threw on my flip flops and I ran down the block over to Palisades Park and with the warm sea breeze cooling the summer night, I leaned over the railing to view the coastline of America and watched magic happen in the sky miles down the coast in Malibu and it made me smile. Everyone around me was silent. It was a good quiet moment to take in what we have been given as American citizens. What love I have for this country and for our soldiers who fight selflessly for us. May tomorrow be a beautiful day!
Thursday, July 3, 2014
It's the same thing every time, except harder. I hate leaving home. I absolutely dread it. I truly get anxiety rather than excitement boarding a plane home to Georgia because I know it's just a matter of time, and SHORT time mind you, that I'll have to board another plane and leave my sweet home. I cried about ten times two weeks ago on a Sunday. The Zoo was really kind about it and let me. He knows I can't hold it in and sometimes, a gal just needs a good cry. As dramatic as it sounds, my heart aches when I leave my parents and my sisters and the south. I wish to be near them every day and I always feel as though I am missing out on memories and special but casual nights on the back porch sipping my Dad's homemade lemonade while chatting with my family about life and past stories as we watch the heat lightening and the lightening bugs while the cicadas fill in the background noise. It's those precious moments with my family I miss, and I know they still have those nights from time to time with everyone still in the South and I just wish I could join in on the fun.
I am happy with where I am, but there is always home and nothing can quite match up to it. I do dream and pray that one day we'll make it back there. But for now, visits will do and when I do come home, I make the seconds of every day count.
This time around, my mom and I got caught up on all things Margarett Mitchell and toured her Atlanta apartment where she wrote "Gone With The Wind." Mitchell is a very fascinating and outstanding person and I admire her so much. I love learning new facts and quirks about her and I love seeing how she resembles Scarlett O' Hara. I was also able to view the original Scarlett O' Hara Portrait that hung in Rhett Butler's house in the film and my was she a pretty sight to see! I was in awe and couldn't quite comprehend the fact that that was the actual painting that I was standing in front of. We also went on another ghost tour of my hometown (I always go on my hometown ghost tours. I love learning of every ghost in town!) and made sure to eat at all my favorite joints and eat all my fixin's that I've been missing. Can I just name a few? Thanks.... Fried alligator with remoulade, fried green tomato sandwich with tomato jam, fried cajun pickles, a varsity chili dog, publix fried chicken, minnie's chocolate pie, shrimp & grits, beignets, shrimp creole, jumbalaya & gumbo and we held our traditional low country shrimp boil. You wanna know how much weight I gained? I'm not saying a word but it's comical and impressive. and not surprising.
And to top it all off, Hilton Head Island was a dream this year. Every year is, really. It's better than Christmas, better than anything in this world and it always goes by fast. I loved being with family. I love my family so much. The weather was perfect, the Atlantic - don't get me started on how much I have missed that warm Atlantic salty sea!!!! After living in California, I now love it more than I did before! It's so relaxing.
I was also able to swing by my sweet hostess city of the south, Savannah, and check out my favorite markets & antique stores, add to my matchbook collection and give a kiss to my favorite homes and Forsyth Park. It's always a treasure to be swallowed up in Savannah' s spanish moss.
To keep from loosing my mind, I'm just going to post nothing but photos above of our family trip in Hilton Head (which marks our 18th year on the island.) I think I've said enough already that photos will do the job!
Thursday, July 3, 2014
"Summertime and the livin' is easy. Fish are jumpin' and the cotton is high." That is my favorite line from Billie Holiday's "Summertime" and every time I am home in the deep south during my favorite month of June, I hear this line play over and over again in my head and it takes me to another place in time. When I look at these photos on the island with our palm leaves I hear this melody. No one else will fully understand it but me.
Livin' use to be easy in the summertime with not a care in the world. I now live vicariously through my cousin Estelle and when I'm with her and when I'm back home, I feel like a young girl again and all my cares are set free. We were up to "trouble" when these photos were taken, and I remember laughing so loud and hard as my heart was beating running down the boardwalk into the sizzling sand dragging our palms leaves in hand. Estelle was behind me capturing the moment and trying to not loose it. I'll always try my best to never loose the child in me and the adventure and the naiveness that a child can hold. Life is too precious to take it so seriously. Though I am back to reality and far from home, I dream about it and have these photos and memories to hold on to. And it makes me smile, and I can see the fish jumpin' and my how high the cotton has grown back home in the deep south...
Sunday, May 4, 2014
The last couple of weeks have been such a treat. The weather in Los Angeles has been heating up to the high 80's low 90's and I've been lucky enough to take advantage of it at the beach on my days off of work. Our apartment has become more of a home and though they tore out all of the palm leaves outside of our front window, honeysuckles and bougainvillea have grown in on the white fence and it makes the air smell sweet and makes our living room view in full bloom. I absolutely love the foliage of Los Angeles along with the silhouettes and shadows of the palm trees at night. I make it a point to get out of the house everyday and walk around and be aware and be a part of my surroundings. I know we won't be here forever so I'm taking advantage of the bits and pieces of this place that I love.
Last weekend I was able to get off work and fly to Utah for my cousins wedding and be surrounded by family and I got to see my parents who flew in from Georgia for the wedding as well. I was able to see one of my best friends and her husband and even though it was just for a few short hours it made me so happy and it was so refreshing to be with friends and family and just have everything be so familiar and right. The wedding was a blast - any wedding in my family promises a night of dancing. My mom and all of my aunts have some serious dance moves that have been passed down to my sisters and I and all of our cousins leaving no dance floor empty handed. I'm really curious to see how the video footage of the reception is going to turn out - people watching it may take a step back because at times, us Martin's can get a little out of control! It was good to visit Utah again. When I arrived, I felt as though I never left. It was bittersweet but I am happy with where Zeke and I are at in life and where we live currently, but I do miss having so much family near us. Utah will be a place I'll always go back to - not to live, but absolutely to see family and friends.
Now I'm back to the grind of work and I keep counting down the days to my birthday, which is next week, as well as counting down the weeks to going home to Georgia and going on vacation to Hilton Head. Five weeks to go and I am finding that I have zero patience.
As for now, this Sunday weather is too gorgeous to not take advantage of so the Zoo and I and some friends are going to take a picnic to the beach! I'm feeling very blessed to say the least!
Monday, April 14, 2014
Every day I am out and about walking in this city, my eye catches beauty left and right. Beauty is seen on my runs, beach outings, walking to and from work - you name it. Everything is so crisp and clean and literally smells like a mixture of fresh linen and perfume, which I believe is all of the jasmine. The azure skies are saturated as they are a backdrop behind the white washed art deco buildings from the 1920's and I am constantly smiling while walking around. I know I sound like a broken record but I am always in awe when I step foot outside. I love the silhouettes the palms create which takes me home and reminds me of the palmettos in the south & Caribbean.
This place is so well manicured - it's truly a treasure by the sea, I will give Santa Monica that. Los Angeles even. I'm kind of a sucker for Los Angeles. Though I couldn't and don't plan to live here my whole life, the time that I will be here I truly enjoy and find it magical. Every street I see is out of a movie. So many films from the past, the classics or current day films where the plot takes place in the past in Hollywood, Beverly Hills, or the heart of Los Angeles, has all come to life and I feel like I'm sort of living this haunting hollywood dream from decades ago and it's truly thrilling. Actually living in Los Angeles has met my expectations of how I envisioned it while growing up in the south. Los Angeles seemed foreign to me and there was never a reason for my family or I to fly across America to see it. So I viewed it through film and imagination and it's finally come to life.
Today while running, I was listening to the Elvis Presley station on my pandora and I was running on the street pictured above with the homes that were most likely built in the 20's or 30's no doubt, and the song 'Mr. Sandman' by The Cordettes came on and I had to stop in my tracks because I seriously felt like I was transported back into time. The music was too perfect to be true - it was so fitting with my scenery, with the small homes whose charm still existed with manicured lawns and a breeze blowing through the palm trees. It was a moment that I'll remember. There is so much history here in Los Angeles and it intrigues me more than anyone could ever imagine.
For kicks, here is my favorite photo taken in Venice at Muscle Beach which I think this wraps Los Angeles up for the time being.
On a side note, for photography's sake, I kind of wish men still wore black speedos. Yep, I said it. From an artists eye, it just photographs so well when fitting it into a composition - it's half the reason why I love this photo so much. Splotches of black speedos. Weird, I know. Also, I wish clowning around like this and beach activities such as this still occurred. We are all too good for that now, and caught up in our devices and such. Oh fiddle-dee-dee.