To celebrate the end of a particularly busy, frustrating and unrewarding work week, let’s all just take a moment to relax and enjoy a day in the life of Whistler Village via tilt shift photography.
Here’s hoping that I’ll see you back here next week when (hopefully) I can kick my brain out of “holiday” mode. Until then, happy Friday, everyone!
For the past four days I’ve been sick. When I say sick I mean sick. My body has felt like flaccid lukewarm Jell-O, and my mind has been as blank and confused as the local public access channel on a slow Tuesday afternoon. Today, for the first time in days, I’ve felt well enough to expand my horizons beyond feeble baby steps around the backyard.
As if on queue Karin piped up with, “Why don’t we go to Carrillo? It should be an easy walk, and it’ll be good to get you in the sun for a bit.” Before I could raise any form of concern, she had somehow shuffled me into the car like an invalid with a head full of Xanax, and had spirited me away to destinations unknown.
I think she suckered me into this trip my saying, “It’ll be a good chance to break out your D200“. She knows knows my weaknesses all too well…
Twenty minutes later we’re walking hand-in-hand down a pleasant trail under the afternoon sun surrounded by blossoming desert plants, beautiful 1940′s era spanish-inspired buildings and, surprisingly enough, peacocks.
For someone who has been as sick as I have for the past few days, Leo Carrillo was an excellent way to reintroduce me to the outside world. It’s free to visit, so the price was right, and there’s a free guided tour if you’re willing to spend an hour learning the unique history behind this beautiful park. Donations are accepted and are well deserved.
Oh, and if you’re curious, I blame the brother-in-law for getting me sick. The wife and I had a game night with he and my sister last week (Robo Rally!), and he mentioned offhandedly sometime during gameplay that we was feeling “under the weather”. Believe me, that was the understatement of the year…
Eh, what can ya do. He’s a good guy and I love ‘em. He is, after all, “mi bruddah”, and he treats my sister very well! The man has my respect, and from me that’s hard to come by.
The door to the Wash House
One of several examples of arched doorways in the park
The Cantina
One of the many peacocks running around the grounds
