My first successful solo photo mission as a Los Angeles resident!
Tonight it hit me that yes, indeed I do now live here. And I’m not complaining about the 86 degree weather :]
There’s something about an open road and starting fresh that makes me think of classic music. I’m talking Tom Petty, The Doors and Creedence Clearwater, Journey, Kansas and The Beatles, just to name a few. These are the songs our parents listened to, we listen to and our grandkids will listen to. They defined a generation, have meaning and years later, still make us want to road trip, rock out and party ’til the sun comes up.
For my amazing adventure I couldn’t listen to Britney, Lil Wayne or Gaga (although I did) for 19 hours. I needed the classics. The message. The inspiration. The music that reminded me, “Yes Bess, you can do this.”
And do it I did. Slow ride. Take it easy. All 1,084 miles.
2. Slow Ride
3. Spirit In the Sky
4. Life is a Highway
5. Back in Black
7. Against the Wind
8. Dust in the Wind
9. Roll Another Joint
11. Hotel California
12. Learning To Fly
13. Girls Just Want to Have Fun
14. Don’t Stop Believing
15. Blinded By The Light
16. Here Comes The Sun
17. Break on Through
18. Tiny Dancer
19. Black Dog
20. Purple Haze
*I wanted to insert more songs but this dinosaur WiFi is not cooperating. DL these tracks. They rock.
Somewhere over the rainbow
Skies are blue,
And the dreams that you dare to dream
Really do come true.
I’m making this rainbow on the ceiling photo my POTD because my dream this afternoon really did come true.
My 30-minute power nap turned into a three hour power nap. While sleeping, I dreamt about friends, work, life in LA and rainbows. When I woke up from my mini-slumber, I saw this rainbow on Nicole’s ceiling. Deja vu? Am I tapping into my subconscious!? Ok, it’s not a real rainbow. The sun reflected on a CD, creating this Roy G. Biv. Regardless, my dream did transfer into my reality.
This photo symbolizes dreams do come true. For months I’ve said my goal for 2011 is to get out of Tri-Cities. If you want something bad enough, and you work for it, anything is possible. I am proof.
Being on the road for so many hours, I’ve had a lot of time to ponder work, politics, love, life, friends and my future. I can’t even describe the surreal feeling of being on the open road. For the first time in a long time, I feel free. I feel like a grownup. I’m on this amazing adventure and I can’t wait to see where it takes me.
I might be poor living in California, but luckily my ideas will keep me rich.
Driving down Oregon’s Scenic Byway, Highway 97, is like driving back in time.
Ghost towns, rundown diners and abandoned gas stations speckle the drive and make for epic photos. It’s probably a good thing Teresa or Brittanie didn’t drive down with me. With all these potential photo hot spots, it would’ve taken us a week to get to California!
Maybe a photo shoot road trip is in my near future?