Of paradise. In January. In Southern California. So much for black and white photography. It captured me, I captured it, I was seduced. There were other flowers in bloom today, wild ones, too, and the almost acrid green of carpeting new succulent growth, encouraged by the recent rains. We did a different walk: down to the beach stairs, sitting on the landing and watching, spying the white plume of a spouting whale, seeing about fifty people on the beach at the beginning of a weekend. Then we continued through part of the campgrounds and across the street near the lagoon, a path through the fields, and into our neighborhood “the back way.” Why is it the back way? Front door faces the street, back door is opposite. The back way.
The restaurant owner tonight assured us that it would indeed be a happy new year, better than last year. Chinese astrology so indicated. I would like to believe her. Bird of paradise.