Xavier at Tapia Park
I was at Tapia, which is in Malibu Canyon
in Malibu, California
on this beautiful Sunday with my son Joshua
and my wife, to attend a book party for Sandy Ross
and her new book about the Bla-Bla Cafe in L.A.,
a book I edited several months ago.
While there was music playing and people eating
and drinking and generally partying and smiling
and feeling good, Joshua asked me if we could take
a walk in the woods, as he was the only kid there,
and got tired of his daddy talking to other adults in
what must have seemed to him like endless
conversation. (One seemed almost endless to me-
a polite but spirited debate about the American policy
in Guantanamo - a smart and gifted songwriter I know
actually suggested what we are doing there is
acceptable. I strongly disagreed.)
So Joshie and I strolled through the beautiful
canyon, admiring the immense and lovely trees,
and come to an unexpected little lake in the heart
of the woods, in which a Latino family was swimming
and playing. There were many adults and many kids
in the water, and there was one woman on the shore
sitting with a small dog, and a bucket of crayfish,
which the family was catching - perhaps to eat later?
I was not sure.
I stepped up to the water and said hello - buenos dias-
and asked if I could take some photographs - si! - and
I did - and this father of some of the children
emerged like Poseidon from the water and
proudly displayed this caught crayfish for my camera.
At the time, as is always the case, I just took this
picture along with scores of other ones, and was
surprised, as I often am, by the power of its
immediacy and action when I looked at it later.
My wife, who is a very protective mother, joined
us at the water, and forbid Joshua to go in. Later I
asked her why, and she said this was water being
fed by a water-treatment plant, and it certainly was
less than healthy for humans, of which Joshua is
one. She also strongly denigrated the
capture of the crayfish, which she felt was
disturbing the little ecosystem that is there
and also is rather unwise to eat.
And she's right, of course, as she usually is.
And the crayfish hunt was not a good idea. But I
couldn't dismiss how much fun that family had
for free in this Malibu water on this day.
I just hope they all
survived.
Xavier at Tapia Park
I was at Tapia, which is in Malibu Canyon
in Malibu, California
on this beautiful Sunday with my son Joshua
and my wife, to attend a book party for Sandy Ross
and her new book about the Bla-Bla Cafe in L.A.,
a book I edited several months ago.
While there was music playing and people eating
and drinking and generally partying and smiling
and feeling good, Joshua asked me if we could take
a walk in the woods, as he was the only kid there,
and got tired of his daddy talking to other adults in
what must have seemed to him like endless
conversation. (One seemed almost endless to me-
a polite but spirited debate about the American policy
in Guantanamo - a smart and gifted songwriter I know
actually suggested what we are doing there is
acceptable. I strongly disagreed.)
So Joshie and I strolled through the beautiful
canyon, admiring the immense and lovely trees,
and come to an unexpected little lake in the heart
of the woods, in which a Latino family was swimming
and playing. There were many adults and many kids
in the water, and there was one woman on the shore
sitting with a small dog, and a bucket of crayfish,
which the family was catching - perhaps to eat later?
I was not sure.
I stepped up to the water and said hello - buenos dias-
and asked if I could take some photographs - si! - and
I did - and this father of some of the children
emerged like Poseidon from the water and
proudly displayed this caught crayfish for my camera.
At the time, as is always the case, I just took this
picture along with scores of other ones, and was
surprised, as I often am, by the power of its
immediacy and action when I looked at it later.
My wife, who is a very protective mother, joined
us at the water, and forbid Joshua to go in. Later I
asked her why, and she said this was water being
fed by a water-treatment plant, and it certainly was
less than healthy for humans, of which Joshua is
one. She also strongly denigrated the
capture of the crayfish, which she felt was
disturbing the little ecosystem that is there
and also is rather unwise to eat.
And she's right, of course, as she usually is.
And the crayfish hunt was not a good idea. But I
couldn't dismiss how much fun that family had
for free in this Malibu water on this day.
I just hope they all
survived.