Returning back to the swimming holes we found a few years back, I was saddened to see some graffiti on some of the more public areas, but we had shelter ourselves in a more secluded area in a more local spots. these are the ones you hold dear, and only to share with friends with whom will treat it respectfully.As I drove home, Shannon shared some messages about a tea house in a popular park in LA, by morning several people had sent me the same post of this tea house, by mid afternoon it seemed viral. I pondered the acting of discovering these beautiful treasured places. When first mentioned, I was excited to photograph this special construct built by some anonymous artist... then later as the day progressed and with more attention, I suddenly lost interest. I continued to ponder about the meaning of popularity, versus those moments of discovering something special that may or may have not been known, but that timing had made it special.
" In the wake of bright light of the moon I roam freely.
my thoughts, my body, my actions seek water, wanting to be close, bathing in the moonlight... my clothes worn, I step in...
I can still feel the freshness, feeling naked inside".