John & Anne Wiley

2011/11/17

Why Kuai?

Because it’s on the way to LA, we often fly near one of the quirkier estates in these parts. It’s over the hills South of the 101 freeway in an area often called Lake Sherwood. There are plenty of notable and unusual features to the property, but one in particular stands out for me: The River Kwai. Now for a billionaire I suppose it would be possible to haul enough water from Thailand to say that your estate has the Kwai on it. But the story is that this guy hired a helicopter to fly low and slow along the river, so he could point out his fave rocks. Then an expedition packed and shipped them to his California wonderland.

7618 Kwai Accents

7618 Kwai Accents

Lots of rocks. I think that’s one in the lawn at lower left. Sure he has pagodas with ponds and oriental bridges, a massive arboretum and orchid house, race horses and all that. But does anyone else in the world have a private collection of uprooted boulders from a spot across the planet?

7620 Ventura Farms

7620 Ventura Farms

The place is named Ventura Farms, though it’s pretty far from both the city of Ventura and what one typically associates with a farm. Why Kuai, I wonder? The book and or movie perhaps made a deep impression on David, who owns this place? Maybe he was involved in that WWII event in some way? Just likes how cool these sculpted stones look? More to the point though, why is this so fascinating to me that back in 2008 I’d already posted a different and larger aerial of it with links for info?

2011/11/16

How Much?

Filed under: Flying,Happiness,Has Photos,Inner World,People,Random — John @ 02:35

How much does one family need? Some of the manses we see from the air, especially around SoCA, look more like resorts. Maybe some of them are, but most seem to be private estates and in such neighborhoods anyone trying to run a resort would meet community resistance. So is this a resort in the hills above Thousand Oaks?

7606 Home?

7606 Home?

You could walk in and scream, “Honey, I’m home!” But there could be a family of 12 there and still nobody near enough to hear you. Family life could be more like a neighborhood. But are all the deck chairs out by the pool for parties, family of 12 (actually there are more chairs than that), or is this a resort? The detailed topiary work at the top right might argue for resort, but parking could be an issue. I wouldn’t want to live there and deal with all the inside and outside help working every day to keep it so spiffy looking. I’m glad some people like that tho, because such beautiful playhouses are fun to see from the air.

2011/11/15

Walls

Flying can alter our perspective on walls. The boundaries we humans create to separate and isolate ourselves, must be all but invisible to birds as they are to aviators. Case in point, the zen sanctuary some gazillionaire has created behind these walls.

7572 Walled World

7572 Walled World

I’ve never noticed this spot on Butterfly Beach near the Biltmore that we drive and walk past, because we see only the wall from ground level. The birds don’t notice the wall, just as I haven’t before snapping this. Now that I’m looking, it’s fun to invent stories about why there are two large homes (and a pool house) inside that walled world. What’s the story on the tiny slice of a property to the right?

The wonderful Chase Palm Park on Cabrillo near Stearn’s Wharf is one of our fave spots to stroll. The carousel at one end and band shell at the other with duck pond between. The playground area’s rubber sidewalks are fun to bounce on, and there are always kids in the fanciful playground during daylight hours.

7594 Chase Wall

7594 Chase Wall

Kids just a few years older play on the other side of the wall, trying to stay ahead of the concerned citizens who paint out their graffiti. Most kids of all ages are oblivious to the birds and planes that transcend these shallow boundaries that can seem so impenetrable down there in the spell of gravity.

2011/11/11

Coasting

Sometimes I rode the big bike like a rocket, even though it was heavy for my young age and lacked any gears to ease the climb. Other times it was a glider, riding invisible slopes high in the air as I whirled and soared. Life has been like that it seems, with periods of full-blast effort and times of coasting quietly along with a serene smile.

Today I’m thinking about flying slowly and quietly along our delicious SB coastline as another form of “coasting.” Scenes like this one from UCSB to the mountains just glide before the eye on such flights.

7530 UCSB to Mountains

7530 UCSB to Mountains

Among a delightfully endless parade of very different but equally soul healing scenes, a form of time travel sometimes emerges. Like this view of a place where family and friends gathered years ago to help us launch a new phase of life.

7537 Gathering Place

7537 Gathering Place

There’s a magic in seeing such gathering places and focal points in life while coasting. A surreal quality as if time is but an illusion, and in fact everything is right now in this timeless moment.

2011/11/10

Connection

Connection seems to be very important in this phase of my life. Closeness with friends and family, a marriage founded on Commitment to Connection, and predictably: Internet. It seems that when we’re without full internet access for a time, life is quite different. We do have decent internet on our “large” screen Droid X phones, but that’s still a pretty limited form of connection in the net sense. Blog posts don’t tend to happen, and even less likely would be anything added to my Photo Page. But it’s not just output, because many of the connections we have are via Internet so with limited or no net access we lose track of some friends and family. Paradoxically, a few friends and family prefer txt messages so with any cell service we still have connection with them. I’m working on setting one of our phones up as a wifi net hotspot, so we’ll see how that goes. Meanwhile, here’s a completely different kind of connection.

7738 Connection With Beauty

7738 Connection With Beauty

As we flew over Santa Barbara at sunset tonight, we felt a deep and colorful connection with beauty, each other, our home town, and ourselves. Looking at this representation of Connection just now, I breathed a deep and nourishing sigh. 🙂

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