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Alpaca on the beach

In times of high stress it is worthwhile to mull on the moments in one's life that defied any explanation or that were simply amazing because of their very simplicity.  It gives me the ability to stay calm and look at the big picture.  I hope to share some thoughts.

We all live complex multi disciplinary lives as parents, siblings, children, cousins and co workers and members of society.  We face multiple challenges and risks and deal with it mostly in real time.

Waking up each morning is a risk.  Something we do not necessarily pay much attention to because our so called muscle memory takes over to propel us forward.

But when a significant global event occurs as it did this early 2020; we as a species tend to take stock.  Some run for cover, some get guns, some seek worship but a vast, vast majority predominantly learns to evaluate primary risk and does its own planning.

That puts lot of people through unnatural stress.  Something they may not be accustomed to and can affect their well being (outside of the actual threat).

To that end the readership can try to seek out levity and moments from their past to help cope.  Below are some examples of my recent encounters, trips, faux pas or slips (Freudian or otherwise)....

Kitschy bar near Redondo Beach, CA

A recent trip to Los Angeles to visit a University showed the world is indeed strange..  I knew LA had parking problems but this above pic takes the ball...



Further in that trip we stopped to soak some Vitamin D - courtesy Carbon Beach in Malibu.. but an Alpaca thought it was the right idea too.. normally reserved for high peaks of the South American Andes this creature was (out of or) in its element.


Showing off my cheapo wheels to Mr. Manolo whose productions go for the price of a Honda


Above art in steel bang in the middle of ritzy Beverly Hills, CA.





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