I have a few missives that are too important to leave for the postal carrier. The mortgage payment, the checks for property tax, and quarterly health insurance -- those I walk myself, to the post office. It's just a mile back and forth.
It's a nice walk to the Altadena Post Office. I cut through this alley
Then head back home, past the pet store
Past Lori's Websters.
There's a photography studio on our left
And a bus stop up ahead. I didn't ask these guys if a photo opp was in their future.
But I asked these two, outside El Patron restaurant, if I could take a shot. And they said, "Of course!"
After the gas station, we head up the hill.
And the landscape reminds me of a ski jump. I tried to capture this feeling, but someone was walking behind, and I thought my snapping might make him nervous.
"I'm not shooting you," I said, as he passed. But then I changed my mind and caught up to him. "I'd like to take your picture."
"What's it for?"
"My blog..." and here I was going to make myself bigger and more important than I am.
"Your blog?" he said. "That's awesome."