I pull out of the driveway, stopping for a quick, hot cup of coffee, making certain my essentials, (baby wipes + tissues), are in the back of my wagon. The radio tuned, my navigation bitch activated, most days I head north and east.
I don't need a lot of time and I can cover a lot of ground in the early morning hours; the freeways and streets aren't congested, (by L.A. standards), and parking is easy.
I need the vivid color and the hidden words and messages that find me, especially when I haven't been looking. (Like the yellow KRSTN just above PeeWee.)
The way I've come to process grief is through my viewfinder.
