The tram glided silently up the steep slope, affording a panoramic
view of a smoggy LA from its windows. Arriving at the top, we emerged into a
landscape of substantial white buildings, of various shapes and textures,
dropped across a white courtyard.
The Getty Center. Without much signage, we were left to
wander until we located the main desk and entry. The first exhibition we
visited was amazing: small line drawings and paintings of the icy winters in
the 17th century in the Netherlands. We marvelled at the artistry
and skill, especially considering their hands were no doubt frozen as they
depicted scenes of town life in the frozen landscapes of that mini-ice age.
Climate change has happened before, not on our scale nor for
the same reasons, but people have had to adapt to conditions they didn’t
recognise.
Inching into the six or seven lane traffic on the 405 south
afterwards, we were so aware of our own part in contributing to climate change.
After a visit to Santa Monica, the GPS decided to take us on a magical mystery
tour of Marina del Rey, Manhattan and Hermosa beach residential streets in
order to avoid the congestion on the freeway. Stressful. A big change from
Drumoak to Banchory…
Through it all, the Lord blessed us with laughter and
companionship. Life is full of poignancy, balancing good times with Don, with diminishing
time spent with a worn-out, dear sweet Mom.
On our way to visit her again. Precious times to savour. God
bless.
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