Thursday, April 06, 2006

photobooth friday

Santa Monica Pier, April 2006
When I was eleven, my mother rented a room from an ex nun named Jean. Jean was great and she had a friend named Vito who fished off the Santa Monica Pier every day. Vito was in his eighties. He was about five feet tall and he wore a beat up, small-brimmed fedora and a huge grey mustache. Every once in a while I would spend whole summer days fishing off the pier with Vito. We didn't talk a lot since he preferred visual instruction. I once a caught a good-sized fish that was borderline regulation. Fish have to be a certain size to keep. Vito said it looked a little undersized but if I was quick, I could probably get it off the pier and keep it. This was such a dilemma for me. I envisioned myself getting caught by some unseen fishing police. Vito kept saying, Go, go, already. And I just stayed staring at the fish. I didn't really know if I wanted to keep a fish anyway. After a lot of time, I went to the side of the pier and threw my fish back in. And it floated back to the top on its side. I didn't tell Vito, but my heart still sinks when I think of that image. I didn't fish with Vito again.



Maya and Mina have officially started their basketball season. Mina's first game -ever!- will be this Saturday. Maya had her first game last night. Here are a couple photos for Gratuitous Gorgeousness Friday.

Maya's new kicks.


Maya about to make a free-throw.

12 comments:

Rebel Girl said...

Lincoln Park!!!!!

ESB said...

you're a doll. that's a great photo....

la vie en rose said...

you are too cute for words!

Heather said...

That is a sad story. I really like the act of fishing, but hen when I actually see there is a flopping fish on the line it's not that fun anymore.

andrea said...

I could never get the worm on the hook...to slimey, gross and sad. Great pic and story!
a.

Nessie Noodle said...

I have that same hat! I love it-
great picture...
what a story.

acumamakiki said...

Great photo. When we visit Cali in a few weeks, I'm SO hitting as many photobooths as possible including this one on the pier.

andrea said...

and you know that I love this. you're all old school/vintage athletics with a nice helping of sepia for extra goodness. love it.

used to fish for blue gill with my grandpa when I was little. never was very good at it. and couldn't stand it when he went to clean the fish, ugghhhh. but to this day, the smell of fish frying makes me think of weekends at grandma and grandpa's and I dig that.

Janine said...

Love the photo!! And on the topic of fish, I come from a family of fisherman, and I still remember the first fish I caught, a five pound carp, Carp are considered a feral pest here in Australia and they taste like crap, so instead of throwing it back my uncle beat it to death, I was so sorry for that fish, I probably wouldn't have considered it to be a waste if we had of eatern it, but to kill it and throw it into the bush was more than I could bear.

poppy said...

bittersweet story, great photo! love that hat!

lovegreendog said...

i tried fishing once, i caught a small sunfish - and the light made it glimmer - i threw it back in before anyone saw

i love the look of this photobooth pic, classic!

Marigoldie said...

Hey woman, that's your album cover.