I was fortunate enough to spend Thanksgiving in the Bay Area, visiting extended family who I haven’t seen in years, eating and drinking exceptionally well, and basking in this gorgeousness.
Pretty magical, right? Everywhere I turned I found something else to admire. It’s funny– I was surrounded by so much beauty, but I hardly took any pictures. Kind of a disappointing realization, but maybe it’s a good indication that I was fully present, prioritizing the people I was with and enjoying the moments that transpired. Instead of scrambling to document every little thing, I was attentive to the experience as a whole. And the few things I did capture are lovely glimpses that conjure something warmer and encompassing and special.
Of course, once I returned home I had to face excruciating guilt.
Thank you to Steve and Andrea for being such gracious caretakers in my absence!
Yesterday I took full advantage of the windy, wet weather we’ve been having: I took a walk and admired the trees in my neighborhood, collected some fallen leaves, and had a cozy evening with my sketchbook. Aren’t those wet leaves lovely against the asphalt? They’re coppery and luminous in the right light.