Some falling happening now …
Month: October 2019
rDay Sixteen-Hundred-Seventy-Two
rDay Sixteen-Hundred-Seventy-One: Pioneer Park
rDay Sixteen-Hundred-Seventy: Dia de los Muertos
rDay Sixteen-Hundred-Sixty-Nine
rDay Sixteen-Hundred-Sixty-Eight
Revisiting The NIKL Gazette
During an ongoing tedious, disgusting but apparently obligatory review of boxes of materials formerly in storage for perhaps twenty-five years, I have come upon some pages of The NIKL Gazette. This “publication” was something invented back in 1994 as a way to send each set of grandparents a regular newsletter of anecdotes and reports about their young grandchildren. Some issues and individual pages are unaccounted for, but what remains gives me a chuckle now and reminds me of how easily accurate recall slips away in the absence of contemporaneous documentation. One incident that I do remember, for which the corresponding NIKL page has not yet turned up, was when I reported that 3-year-old Nikolas, while riding in downtown Los Angeles traffic, spotted an adjacent car with a heavily dented fender and exclaimed “Look! Earthquake damage!”. (This, shortly after we had experienced a fairly significant local earthquake.)
Anyway, click the link below for a PDF containing what pages I have so far recovered:
Btw, the NIKL (Nik-Ivi-Kim-Lawrence) Gazette was the predecessor to this whilebusy blog.
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Land Rover (1972)
Today, revisiting the dreaded storage boxes stashed in my work space, I came upon a previously-rejected polaroid print (made in 1972 with my ancient 4×5 view camera to which an equally-ancient manual wind-down mechanical shutter delay release had been attached) of my 1963 home-market English RHD (right hand drive) Land Rover, parked in Santa Monica.
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This morning’s wired skies:
My mini-photoshoot draws a small Main Street crowd (mostly out of frame), gushing with canine questions and admiration — and snapping cellphone photos. This little guy was said to be a malamute/husky mix, but I forgot his name (and that of his gracious person).
Downtown scenes:
Coming from and going to home base …