I love venturing to the Hollywood Farmers Market on Sundays. Even if I don’t purchase anything, it’s still a pleasant place to spend time, people-watch and take in a little culture. There are so many wonderful things to see, smell and experience. The produce are always incredibly fresh and aesthetically pleasing to the eye. I wish it wasn’t limited to just Sundays.
On this particular excursion I came across a very focused young woman who was writing poems with a vintage typewriter on her lap. Any subject you’d like for what ever you’d be willing to pay. I wish I had had some cash on me.
I also met a brilliant musician by the name of Phillip King who played the harp with incredible dexterity. Amazingly, he paired this classical based instrument with beat boxing. The combination was unexpected but magically, it worked.
While walking home from the Market, I began to reflect on my experience there. It was all just so easily accessible. Quality food, food education, works of art, crafts of all sorts, music, the sense of community, laughter. It was, for me, normal: a typical Sunday morning. I then began to think about how many people in the city of Los Angeles simply lack the ability and resources to access such a wonderful market. But in relation to the world, Los Angeles is so small. There are millions of people on this planet that don’t have access to nutritious food and clean water. There are millions of people on this planet that lack the freedom to express themselves artistically.
It is amazing to think how incredibly fortunate we are.
Love the pics and really appreciate your observations. I was indoors all day, cranking out work. Got in my car, went to dinner,got in my car again and went home.
ReplyDeleteI'm grateful that you shared with the folks that don't have time for the world. Just now I had a chance to visit a beautiful part of it.
Really grateful for that...WreekofSheek.