parking karma

it has happened again.

for the third time in a week or so, i have parked somewhere randomly out on a city street for a meeting or work only to find out hours later when i come back out that my car is directly behind or in front of someone i know.

this evening's smile is Ron Lutsko, the landscape designer who joined us for our day in Fresno.

as i step into the street to beeline around a parked car and reach my own, the driver's window drops and Ron breaks away from his telephone call to speak with me for a moment. turns out that not only have i parked directly behind his car, i have also parked right in front of his office. this i find terribly amusing. i tell him quickly that the Kearney Boulevard palm trees are now the location of my thesis work & that i will be returning there in just two and a half weeks for my first Fresno shoot & site visit. we swap cards and i am happy i have been able to say thanks to Ron in person. it brings back to me how mesmerized i was there . . . in Fresno, moving among the palm trees. that magic floating questioning wonder is exactly what i want to recapture, recconect with.