Over the weekend I was working on photos from Decadent Dessert (pics above) and watching the 1953 noir flick Jennifer starring Ida Lupino. The movie has a mysterious history of its own. I live in a spooky, old edifice so I can relate to the milieu of the main character. Midway through the film I went to use the bathroom. A ghostly breeze ruffled my hair as I sat atop the toilet. Seriously, it really did. My body froze and guttural howling noises enveloped my senses. This has only happened a dozen or so times before, not frequently enough for me to grow accustomed to such occurrences. A ventilation shaft inside my bathroom leads to the innards of the surrounding building. When a storm approaches heavy winds sometimes create a moaning/growling cacophony which ricochets off concrete walls, steel reinforcements, and the foundation many floors below. Historical record indicates that a veritable underground city lurks beneath the neighborhood which I inhabit. Government officials sealed off the subterranean area decades ago and those in power generally make no reference to its existence. On a blustery night I feel like I am listening to the wailing of a thousand trapped souls.
Needless to say, the Sunday night storm passed quickly and Southern Californians are once again enjoying our typical blue skies, sunshine, and 70-degree weather. Think a unicorn just drifted past my window. Are they supposed to fly? Hope everyone had a great weekend!
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