The Sunday Party for Marion Davies
We've been having some mild but typical winter weather these past few weeks, which at the Community Beach House often shows up as small bands of rain pushing in from the Bay. (It's fun to see it coming, in fact, especially from the warm vantage of the Guest House's verandah.)
As several people have commented again recently, for me, I make a somewhat Biblical journey some weeks in my traverse from desert to mountain to the coastal strip. What is a brisk rain shower in Santa Monica may be snow and icy roads on my side of the world, as was true this past Sunday, when the Guest House was the center for the Marion Davies celebration.
After checking for the flood warnings, that morning on my trip west I went from rain and snow . . .
. . . past a rather vigorous "burning bush" of a car fire on the 405 . . .
. . . to arrive at what I have previously called Eden, namely the Annenberg Community Beach House complex.
How strange to think that these shots were all taken within two hours of each other.
Once on site, though, I was really pleased to see some of the docents I have come to know, as well as to begin to meet new friends, and I could admire all of the creativity and energy that went into selecting some of the costumes. Both my wife and a dear friend of the family had planned to come with me, the women both wearing flapper dresses, but in both their cases, they had had some very urgent family problems come up, so I arrived stag this time. Perhaps that made it even easier to appreciate all of the different costumes being worn, and to eavesdrop on so many great stories. In no particular order and with no captions, let me just share a small portfolio of the people who had come on Sunday.
The swing dancing was a particular highlight for me --- especially since with my wife not present, I wasn't required to try and learning how to do it. How can you not love that music, though? To be completely authentic, I suppose we should have been learning the Charleston, but that we can save for next year.
For me, floods, fires, and feral beasts permitting, I next will be holding my usual Saturday open office hours from 11 to 2 pm this coming week, on Saturday, January 12th. And please also remember our Flash Fiction workshop, Monday night, January 14th. I look forward to seeing you one or both days.
We've been having some mild but typical winter weather these past few weeks, which at the Community Beach House often shows up as small bands of rain pushing in from the Bay. (It's fun to see it coming, in fact, especially from the warm vantage of the Guest House's verandah.)
As several people have commented again recently, for me, I make a somewhat Biblical journey some weeks in my traverse from desert to mountain to the coastal strip. What is a brisk rain shower in Santa Monica may be snow and icy roads on my side of the world, as was true this past Sunday, when the Guest House was the center for the Marion Davies celebration.
After checking for the flood warnings, that morning on my trip west I went from rain and snow . . .
. . . past a rather vigorous "burning bush" of a car fire on the 405 . . .
. . . to arrive at what I have previously called Eden, namely the Annenberg Community Beach House complex.
How strange to think that these shots were all taken within two hours of each other.
Once on site, though, I was really pleased to see some of the docents I have come to know, as well as to begin to meet new friends, and I could admire all of the creativity and energy that went into selecting some of the costumes. Both my wife and a dear friend of the family had planned to come with me, the women both wearing flapper dresses, but in both their cases, they had had some very urgent family problems come up, so I arrived stag this time. Perhaps that made it even easier to appreciate all of the different costumes being worn, and to eavesdrop on so many great stories. In no particular order and with no captions, let me just share a small portfolio of the people who had come on Sunday.
The swing dancing was a particular highlight for me --- especially since with my wife not present, I wasn't required to try and learning how to do it. How can you not love that music, though? To be completely authentic, I suppose we should have been learning the Charleston, but that we can save for next year.
For me, floods, fires, and feral beasts permitting, I next will be holding my usual Saturday open office hours from 11 to 2 pm this coming week, on Saturday, January 12th. And please also remember our Flash Fiction workshop, Monday night, January 14th. I look forward to seeing you one or both days.
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