Arboretum I

{reflection}

Looking through these photos transports me back to that quiet, 80-degree day,

when we strolled through tunnels of bamboo,

and it felt like we were on vacation in Hawaii or Costa Rica (or Jurassic Park...)

except less humid (so basically, paradise).

I could sit by the pond at the Arboretum all day,

and forget I'm in L.A. –

which, to be honest, is nice sometimes,

as much as I do like this place.

I have a feeling I'll be back, this time with a picnic basket

(and a couple more rolls of film).