He was so right. Last evening, I wanted to write about the nearly-perfect day I had.The weather was sublime (75 degrees, light breeze, blue cloudless sky). I had my hair cut and rejuvenated. A pedicure (first in months and only the fifth in my whole life), met up with an artist friend and a book designer at a photographer's studio to choose something for the cover the of the SOMOS anthology I'm editing. After that meeting (more later about the photographer and his photos) Lesley and I were high on art and needed to keep talking, so we went out to the nearby Wired cafe that's been around for ages and everyone talks about and I had never been to. I love it! It's funky, fun, very Taos, and I plan to go there every day forever. After lunch, alone, I roamed around in the casual Zen garden nooks and took pictures. I planned to include one or two in yesterday's post, until I discovered that my memory card is high capacity and my computer is not! So today I went to the dreaded Walmart, bought a new old low capacity memory card and went back to the cafe. But yesterday at 3:30 was quite different from today at noon. Can one ever recreate a perfect moment? Light and ambiance? what has gone is gone forever...
...and by the way, I mentioned a couple of posts ago, C-B's definitive moment. I've since discovered that he called it the decisive moment. There's a fine line between the two words and I'll accept either one - although he may not have.
Under a shade tree
Buddha's statue is indifferent
to the flowers
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