Wednesday, August 4, 2010


My life is full of contradictions. I'm a perfectionist, but I'm terrible at keeping the house clean. I don't like my food to look like animals, but I'm down for a good steak anytime. I love hot air balloons, but I'm terrified of heights. As with most things, the love of hot air balloons began when I was a wee one (and not terrified of heights). 

We used to live right next to a little city that was the site for daily hot air balloon launches. My favorite time of day to drive by was right before sunset. I loved feeling the rush of driving on the freeway with the window open and watching the balloons gracefully float higher and higher. When we moved further north, that special ritual was one of the things I missed the most. For me, hot air balloons are the west coast equivalent of fireflies. Magical. Whimsical. Enchanting. 

It was pretty awesome we got to meet up with our friend Mark who we haven't seen since high school! He also took the cute photo of us two.

 Thanks to my hubster for collaborating on these photos. We forgot our tripod in the car. He took my shots for me because he has the steadier hand. 


Anonymous said...

I adore the pictures in this & the story of how much you loved hot air balloons in your childhood. Beautiful! I'm going to use your pictures as inspiration for a painting. :)

Bea said...

Awww....thanks Nino. I'm very excited to see how your painting turns out. :)