Sunrise, Sunset....

Sometimes the view from my Mother's window was out the back. This is a sunset. A glorious, transcendent sunset. It's obviously late Fall or early Winter, as the trees get trimmed in October. This was the most wonderful silhouette.

My Mother's house is in a canyon. It's near O.J. country (no, not the juice, although that was his nickname). Every time the helicopters hovered horrendously, my mother knew something else had happened. She'd call and say, "Turn on the T.V."! We had lots of people looking for THE house in those days. The entire neighborhood was embarrassed at all the attention. It's not that kind of neighborhood. Several people sold their long cherished homes on that then infamous street. Mom lived just far enough away that all we got was the occasionally lost tourist.

I was never kind.

Some of them are probably still up in those hills somewhere.

So, my Mother's house is in a canyon. (geeze... if I could only stay on topic, just THINK what I could be when I grow up!). When we moved up there in 1956, we were the last house before the school, which was the last structure before ... well... the outback. You could still have a permit to shoot cougars. Wildlife abounded. Sometimes all over our lawn... There must have been a large 'estate' about where my mother's house is now, long before it became 'cool' to live in that area, as there is a stand of HUGE trees that form an L shaped line starting just south of Mom's and cutting to the right about a long block away. They must have been a barrier? a defense? was it windier back then? did they ward off robber barons? I'll never know. In addition to the huge trees, the canyon is littered with Sycamores, which must be trimmed or they will drop leaves the size of your butt all over the yard for months. and branches... and occasionally squirrels.

but they make for wondrous sunsets...

mizm