Out and About

I went for a stroll yesterday around the Beachwood Canyon area and got some sweet snaps. More to come later... after I charge my camera battery. They always seem to run out at the most inconvenient times or right before you're about to take an epic picture. (my fist is shaking in furry and frustration at you nikon camera battery!!) Enjoy.

A FLOWER FOR THE NEUROTIC LADY?

I walked to a coffee house this afternoon. Passed a young guy carrying flowers from the market. He had dark messy hair, a white v-neck and dark slim jeans. He was attractive. I started going down a rabbit hole of pondering on who the flowers were for; ......his live-in girlfriend,... who wasn't nearly as cool and laid back as him, who didn't even read books, and always hogged the covers. Oh God he smelled good as he walked by! Why was he bringing her flowers? "Those should have been for me," I told myself, getting dark and whiny because there was no one bringing me flowers on a Wednesday afternoon.

Resisting the urge to follow the scent, and the boy buying flowers for the girl he shout not be dating, I continued to the coffee house. I turned the corner and was greeted by a whole swarm of white roses (my favorite) growing around the building waiting for me. Then it hit me, I didn't need some messy haired bum-handsome guy to buy me flowers. The all-knowing, loving God of the universe made me flowers. Made them, so that I could see them while I walked and know that he wanted to bring me joy. I was also reminded that I was definitely that girl who wasn't deserving of getting flowers. But, I do get flowers, everyday, growing outside my building, on my walks to coffee houses and sometimes (on rare occassions) from messy haired handsome boys.

photos by: Amira Fritz