We decided to ride the rails to Chicago for Christmas. The Southwest Chief left Los Angeles Union Station Thursday at 6:45 pm and was due in the Windy City 2 days later.
We brought my camera case and Michael’s laptop – our tools of the trade – as well as 3 suitcases: the largest filled with presents we checked ahead of time, the medium one held our clothes and toiletries, and the smallest had food and water bottles for the trip.
Coach seats on a train are like 1st Class on a plane. Not the most comfortable place to fall asleep but not so bad. I would highly recommend bringing earplugs – the one thing we forgot. Some passengers were up before the rooster and crowed until everyone was awake.
By morning we were in Arizona and then New Mexico.
I didn’t expect to see snow so early in our trip.
Soon it was nightfall again. I think we’re in Colorado.
I took a photo of our reflection in the lounge car as we’re waiting to be called for dinner. Since it was dark I turned the flash backwards to light us while the camera was pointed away from us toward the window.
The next morning was a blur of snow. The fog never lifted.
This is my favorite photo from the trip. I love its monochrome – it reminds me of a painting.
The sun was in hiding for the whole day, creating a moody atmosphere.
The roads all seemed to lead to nowhere. This is where horror movies are born.
A lone tree braves the cold as the grass shivers, its blanket of snow having melted away.
We are in Illinois. Farmhouses like this are slowly disappearing from the landscape as new developments take over. Where once there were rows upon rows of corn there are now rows upon rows of townhomes. I used to live in Aurora, about 50 miles west of Chicago, and every few months a new development would spring up in Montgomery or Oswego or Naperville or Sugar Grove. I’ve alway felt a little sad to see the farms disappear. But as a philosopher once said over a thousand years ago, nothing endures but change.
Our trip is almost over. We had such a great time on the train. All of the Amtrak staff was super friendly and helpful. More laid back and less stressful than air travel, and no need to worry about flights canceled due to weather. We look forward to another train trip – perhaps next Christmas to see Michael’s parents in Wyoming or maybe a quick California trip over the summer.
We arrive in Chicago right on time, 43 hours and 15 minutes after leaving LA.
Growing up in Chicago, winter was frost on the windows and icicles glistening in the sun, snow angels and sledding, quiet evening walks as snow spiraled from the sky, shoveling sidewalks and driveways and stuck cars, dressing in layers upon layers and seeing your warm breath make tiny clouds in the cold air, hot chocolate topped with mini marshmallows and of course Santa with his long white beard dressed in a warm red suit trimmed in fur and tall black boots.
Since moving to L.A. a few years ago, we’re always looking for experiences unique to California. Palm trees covered in lights, Christmas boat parades, walks on the beach alongside swimming dolphins and Hunky Santa at the Beverly Center.
This year we headed up north to Capitola for Surfin’ Santa. Capitola is a friendly beachside city just south of Santa Cruz.
Santa Claus comes to the Main St. beach the Saturday after Thanksgiving to listen to all the children’s requests for bicycles and dolls and cell phones and Wiis. This year he paddled to shore with a couple of his elves, led by his reindeer on surfboards.
As the children waited in line, Michael and I explored the town.
Outside of Cafe Violette, which has the best ice cream, we came across this vintage car.
Even the Grinch couldn’t spoil the day for us. We looked in all the little shops along the Esplanade. You can do all of your Christmas shopping here: get t-shirts at Sea Level T’s, seashells in the appropriately named Capitola Seashells located in the Mercantile Exchange, and all of your pirate gear at Turtle Shells. The Craft Gallery Annex was one of our favorites for unique gifts from pendulums and whimsical sculptures to address books decorated with sassy women in 50’s fashion sporting a witty blurb above their heads.
The best gift of all was from the city of Capitola itself – FREE parking!
Jillian and Randy had a very stylish wedding at the Redlands Bowl.
I loved Jillian’s look – so classic yet contemporary at the same time.
The flowergirls’ dresses featured a black sash just like the bride’s dress. Jillian’s veil had black edging and she completed the look with black and silver jewelry.
Here’s the three of them walking down the aisle.
Their day was absolutely gorgeous!
Did I mention I loved the bouquet? Beautiful deep hues of yellow and orange fitting for a fall wedding and just enough of a splash of color against the white and black decor. The stems were wrapped elegantly in white criscrossed with black velvet.
These shoes went perfectly with the dress! I love that they’re not “bridal” but match the style of the wedding. White shoes can be hard to find and for those of you still looking for the perfect footwear, I encourage checking out all designers that make dressy shoes – not just wedding heels. Get shoes you love!
The ringbearer wants to cut in.
Jillian’s expression is priceless as she tears into the cake. I loved photographing the bride and groom because they truly ignored the camera and just were themselves – smiling, laughing, having fun, enjoying their wedding.
So you like to dance but your significant other doesn’t. What do you do? Here’s one idea.
He may have taken some persuading, but this ringbearer could cut up a rug. He was doing some complicated overhead arm movements spinning the flowergirl as fast as she could twirl. One day he’ll be performing in the Salsa Congress.
It’s the end of the night as the newlyweds share a quiet moment alone.
The last photo of the night.
San Jose, California
We were the only ones in the gardens that mid-morning. As we walked around the pond admiring the papyrus what struck me most was the quiet. It was so serene and peaceful.
The crisp white buildings with maroon and green accents stood out against the deep blue of the sky. I would love to photograph a bride here. Or an engagement shoot.
The museum houses an extensive collection of artifacts. After seeing the mummies on the first floor, visitors go inside a tomb, if they dare.
Past the statue is the sarcophagus chamber, decorated by brightly colored murals.
The museum also exhibits many cylinder seals and other Babylonian artifacts. Among these are figures of Ishtar, the goddess of love and fertility. Ishtar went by many names. The Greeks called her Demeter as well as Aphrodite and the Romans Venus. The figure on the right was found at Uruk.
One Babylonian myth tells of Ishtar descending into the underworld in order to rescue her lover. Now that’s a really long-distance relationship!
Do you ever wonder how wedding traditions started? Today some grooms carry their brides over the threshold for good-luck. Don’t know if newlyweds did that back in 1,000 BCE, but they did bury small statues of Ishtar, often broken into pieces, before their doorway.
All too soon we had to leave and start our long drive back to Los Angeles.