Snow in September, in Bay Area! Impossible. This is just the salt deposit on stones.This beautiful shore appears on highway 84 on Dumbarton Bridge my way to work. Today I could not resist taking pictures. I was even hoping to get handful of sea salt. But I realized that real salt was bit far from my reach.
This area is always windy and if you are a bird watcher it's a fairly good spot. The birds will disappear soon after noon and comes back again in the evening. Their usual schedule. And the white salt lining can visible only this time of the year. When water label decreased and evaporated.
Not much to say. But continuous hot and warm days have been a bit frustrating. No indication of colder air flowing towards the Bay Area. Hope to get some rain soon.
Have a lovely week ahead and drive home safe.
Lipika MohapatraTuesday, September 13, 2011
A shop in Haight-Ashbury (Hippies are long gone but this area is maintaining the culture as it was around 1960
A mural on the wall of famous Balmy Alley
Mission Dolores Founded on June 29, 1776 (The oldest church in San Francisco) This building witness the California Gold Rush and the San Francisco earthquake.
Evening mood of the City.
We are almost at the last part of the summer so quickly, that past three month was accelerated bit first in my life. Mild cold was reminding me I have left my jacket at home. Who cares.
The fog, the clouds and the almighty is busy creating the stage for Fall to dance on it. It's San Francesco.
The energy of the city was on it's high and even though I visited from a suburb it took a minute to evolve in to the city ambiance. That's I like about San Francisco. No stranger feeling.
The melting pot of Art and Technology inclines the city towards new innovations. There are more then dozens of software company responsible for new innovations almost every field of human beings day-to day life. Actually, someone can see those visionary, dreamer and artists walking down the street.
Even though I am not too fanatical about murals, but I do admire the rich colors and deep thought behind each art. As morning slide down to noon, we went to the famous Balmy Alley. The Alley is famous for murals on it's wall. The painting are beautiful, thoughtful with positive messages to spread. Mostly about peace and global warming.
Their was an authentic Mexican restaurant located near the alley, that serves genuinely authentic Tacos. The fresh cooking small from their open kitchen was overpowering the whole place and spreads to the alley. We followed the irresistible smell and end of having their Tacos. Warm corn tortillas filled with spicy chicken that accompany with fresh lime and diced onion. The warm tacos absorbed some of the grilled chicken juice, that made them melting in my mouth. Well, it was simply the best Tacos I ever had.
We covered couple of other places in the city in the same day, after our lunch. I wish I could share some more picture and my own observation on the city, but I think it's enough for this time.
As the summer is almost ending and the nights are getting longer, I hope to get extra time to write and finish some of my important work. But twenty-four hours is the maximum we all can get and how to use them? It's a math.
Lipika MohapatraThursday, August 18, 2011
Probably hand painted plant pot that were I spotted on the old house in the Meyer's Garden, East Bay
Chandelier or Candle holder? but beautiful (in the Meyer's House)
Meyer's House (East Bay Park) The garden and the outdoor seating is amazing.
This is the coolest place on the earth
We got the wonderful opportunity to volunteer in this Meyer's Estate Dry Creek Gardens, last Saturday. It was a beautiful day with lots of sunshine and company of other volunteers was an amazing experience.
Roosters, hens and peacock and bunch of pigs are the proud residence of the garden. They are hospitable and tolerance to outsiders like us. I found many old and beautiful furniture, decorations, that have still the old charm and some story to tell that obviously I don't know. Just imagining how the place and the cottage could be a peaceful as will as vibrant place for the Meyer sisters who dedicate their life for social work and at the end donate the place to the park.
These little branches of flower almost touching the Sky.
To write novels. I still could not understand why?
When I was in 3rd grade I had a close friend two year younger then me. Among our many combined activities, reading comic books to her was the favorite one. My father is a voracious reader and he never was too tired to read me a book, before going to bed. "The Phantom" and "Mandrake, The Magician", both were in the top list. And both written by the same writer. While reading comic books to my little friend, if there is a hard difficult sentence, I tells the story from the illustration. But either case she thinks I am reading to her line by line. As long as reader and listener both are excited and walk with the story or with the writers mind, recognizing the words really not matter in high.
As I entered in high school I was not into stories, busy with school home work instead. but I remember I had never enjoyed Television.Those programs were too boring for me since my imagination was too colorful. I found myself deeply planning and thinking about writing a novel. On the back-end I was reading a lot and enjoy being lost incorporating my imagination, into stories.
When I was in High-school, started writing stories."Ghost" was my first published story. My best instant adviser was my older brother, who knows everything. I asked him how to approach the editor. He guided; just include a letter with the story and mention how you liked their magazine so much. Simply tell them they are the best. I did as instructed. It worked. After 15 day I got a free magazine with my story published. Then I wrote to another kids magazine.
This time the story name was "Two Cheater". Success. I got a free magazine once again. But I was not super delighted or something close to that. It's all because the burning desire for writing novels was too high, I overlooked the small success.
I remember I choose a name after "Gautama Buddha's" name, for my novel. I don't have any idea again why that specific name. But was not interested to writing for kids. May be I was too philosophical at my age.
I wrote some more children stories and notice them published. Then I tried writing stories about the problem in the society. Like unemployment and economical inferiority complex. In my first year of college I got a letter from a news paper editor that they liked my story about an unemployed guy and his feelings. They are going to published it. With that they mentioned, I should take my studies seriously though. Even though I don't like the second part but the letter was a big achievement. Really huge. I repeats the letter many time, slide my finger gently on the handwriting to feel it. Fresh from publisher. Eventually the letter got a place under my pillow that same night. I felt satisfied indeed.
Time past so fast before I realizing it. I was busy with studies and other hubbies. In the mean time, pursuing my desire to write novels had been omitted unintentionally. May be because writing novels was only my childhood desire.
Now after a lot of years, I discovered that writing was not just my childhood desire, it was my sole's prime purpose. While liberating myself, flying through the wings of letters recently wrote a children novel. It's a long process to see it published. Happy for now!
Lipika MohapatraSaturday, July 2, 2011
The place was not far from my home. It was an old agricultural farm, turned into a delighted place for recreational activities, for people living nearby areas. Last Sunday it was a perfect afternoon with plenty of sun sign and mildly windy. We grabbed the water bottle and zipped out to see the horizon, to listen the wind and may be to experience the silence.
In between the silence I can here the Moo...from the cows grazing and relaxing, a few dozen yards and nothing else really matters in high but to watch, observe and admire the great creation...
There was also a display of old farming equipment and those machinery seemed so perfect for agricultural work.
Lipika MohapatraMonday, February 21, 2011
Dutch invented windmill and Americans gave it a twist. The final result is the huge windmills generating power. These windmill farm in the picture is hard to overlook on the Altamont Pass Road, between Livermore Valley and Tracy, in Northern California. The oldest windmill farm contains more then 4000 wind turbines captivity of 576 megawatt of annual electricity generation.
Talking about alternative energy source, these good old windmills comes first in the list. Here is one of the post where I had a chance to explore the organic toys and alternative source of energy, in a kids museum. Organic Toys A View!
Ahh! I really like to see those dutch windmills in the city.
Happy New Year!
Lipika MohapatraMonday, January 17, 2011