Despite the cold temps in SB Land there were sunrise services sprinkled about. The Times photographers even captured some of the faithful.
(P.S. Thanks Mom, for making a delicious ham and for not stabbing Dad with the carving knife when he got a little sassy mouthed because dinner was late and he missed the opening of the golf tournament. Why they gotta play sports on religious holidays anyway? We mean, WWJD?)
"I found bliss early. It was reading or thinking in the spread out trunk of a pink flowered mimosa tree in our front yard.
I made my freest art back then. When I was a little kid alone in my room, I danced to music from a tiny record player. I had a built up platform in the bottom of my closet, so I would push the clothes back on either side and dance away in funky costumes I found around the house. Now when I create art, I am seeking to go back to my bliss." Usher May 24, 2010