Why, ocean?


Sometimes LA gets so completely overwhelming that the only thing you can do is get in the car and drive, drive, drive all the way to the place where the water meets the land.  I’ve often wondered why, when things are good or bad or anything in between, my frist instinct is to look at the ocean.  On this particular night, we loaded up the car with waters, walked around Abbott Kinney in Venice, had a delicious flatbread pizza with glasses of wine at a lovely Italian cafe, and then spent the last minutes of daylight watching the sunset over the beach.  And magically, life was good.

Sunny head…