Two Mondays ago Mr F and I joined our friends Edith and Jolly, and about twenty other people, for a “Full Moon hike” in Coldwater Canyon Park (which is on the crest of the hill where Coldwater Canyon meets Mulholland Drive).
A woman walking past my cash register, looked at me, so I said, “Hello,” at the same time as she said, “Good-bye” in halting English.
I laughed, but she didn’t.
I took this photo last summer. Another story I forgot to tell …
Faith who is twelve, doesn’t talk much, but her companion described her as a savant- a gifted cartoonist/artist who has been drawing since she was three. She stood at my cash register to do this sketch of me in five minutes.
I promised to frame it…
We were busy over the long weekend. People wanted to know:
- Where’s the paintings?
- Van Goch?
- Where do I find the Impressionists?
- Where’s the nearest rest room?
Question: Where’s the photography?
Question: Downstairs in this building?
Question: How do I get there?
Me: Take the elevator down one floor, or walk down those stairs.
I took a deep breath and that’s when I noticed the woman standing to my right. “Wow, all those questions. That’s incredible,” she said. “You should hold up signs.”
Her name was Burcin. Pronounced “Burrr-chin”. It means “the first flower in the spring” in Turkish.
I recognized the name on his jacket because one of my nieces works in their London office.
M.C told me he’s a Fire Engineer from the Melbourne office.