Trying to get a flow going after walking every day on the Camino. Still walking several miles each day. Took a drive downtown today to see an exhibit of furniture. It was all made by a group called the LA Box Collective who use reclaimed materials and urban salvage. In this case it came from a 2011 storm in LA. The winds reached 100 mph and damaged nearly 5,500 trees just in Pasadena. All of the furniture had a pure but elegant quality. The top of this small table was so smooth, but contrasted well with the jagged edge left in its natural state.
I loved the odd shape of this large table, and the heavy but refined look.
And an indoor lounging chair.
The artistry was inspirational.
I have a blog friend who loves finding charming houses while exploring. I do too. The designs and ambiance stir the imagination about its history or remind me of places I’ve been or would like to go. So often I’d love to be able to knock on doors to see inside. The folk art museum I was at today is on a busy street called Wilshire Blvd. It’s not directly downtown, but in the downtown area. Lots going on there, like the ever growing Los Angeles County Museum of Art. It’s next to the La Brea Tar Pits. A place that once trapped prehistoric animals who got too close thinking it was water. The tar is still bubbling to this day. Anyway, there are new restaurants and large business structures, and down all the side streets are very old classic apartments and houses. Here are a couple of the apartments.
While I was in Spain I checked out all the styles of houses we passed in all the small towns we walked through.
This one was on our second or third day.
I haven’t picked up a pencil or brush since I returned from Spain. I’m posting a little sketch I made in my travel journal when I was there. We were staying in an old house from the 1700’s. It had been owned by generations of the same family since that time. We stayed in a couple old houses that had been restored, but this one was pretty much the way it had been in the 1700’s.
I am still processing my time on the Camino. As with any time you spend away from your routine, it seems further away as you resume your life back home. But I must say, I felt how Joseph Campbell once described life:
“It’s not the meaning of life we’re after, it’s the feeling of being fully alive.” I felt fully alive.