Mount Baldy‘s covered with snow but, as I mentioned in my previous post, the Santa Ana winds were so warm over Thanksgiving we enjoyed summer-like temps for a week.
Then yesterday afternoon the winds changed direction, and cold air blew in from the north with gusts that knocked over trees and power lines. We don’t often have gale force winds, or wake up to see trees lying across our roads
According to the LA Times:
- The winds reached 97 mph at one mountain peak.
- More than 380,000 homes lost power.
- Thousands of trees snapped, blocking roads and damaging property.
- Scores of schools were closed.
- Motorists battled gridlock caused by broken traffic signals and blowing debris.
Earlier this week I met the Paris based photographer from Marie Claire Maison magazine. He explained that he was photographing Los Angeles for the magazine’s March issue. (If you can read French, you should look out for it.)
When I greeted the next customer, an American, with “Bonjour Monsieur” he laughed and said, “I’m not French but I’ll tell you a story about my name which is ‘Savage‘. I’m sure you’d agree that it’s embarrassing to be introduced at a party with a ‘Here are the Savages?'” [I agreed] “Well, I like to pronounce our name the French way, as ‘Sauvage.‘ Don’t you think it sounds better to say “meet the Sauvages‘ ”
I thought it was a brilliant idea.
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Read my lips:
Question: “So the photography is upstairs?” she asked me, pointing up ↑
Me: “It’s downstairs,” I said, pointing ↓
Question: “Upstairs?” she said pointing up ↑ again
Me: “Good afternoon Madame. The photography is downstairs.”
Question: “The Chinese photos…?”
Me: “You will find all the photos, including the Chinese photos, downstairs,” I said pointing down again ↓
Question: “Are you sure?”
“Where’s the Museum?” a middle-aged American man asked me yesterday at the Pacific Standard Time store?
“You’re in the Museum,” I said.
“Oh!” he said.
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I photographed this book cover for my blogging buddy Amy of “Soul Dipper”.
I don’t know how to post photos in the comments on your blog, so I’m putting it here for you.
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“My wife bought these two things for our kids about an hour ago,” a man told me. “but the boys just told me they’re going to throw them away when we get home. Could I return them?”