suburban streets


The walk to the beach reminded me of going to a rock concert in the 60s…the journey from the everyday world to a community event in another world entirely. In this case, the “concert” was the Holi Spring Festival at a Santa Monica beach.

We started out on suburban streets.

early girls


And came upon others on the road ahead of us.

And then suddenly, as if without warning, we were in the middle of it all in much the same way as the world changes from season to season, unknowingly and mysteriously.

All at once


Holi is an ancient Hindu festival that celebrates the arrival of spring. It’s a celebration of love and colors, a victory party of good over evil, of laughter over sadness, of spring over winter.

Face close


As the world turns green and brilliant, shedding the darkness of winter, the revelers themselves shed their everyday skin and take on the brilliant colors of the season.

It’s a free-for-all of music, dance, and merriment…of food and drink, of water gun fights and water-balloon explosions of red and yellow and green and blue and purple and pink…a rainbow of the season that bends its arc to touch the Earth at the vernal equinox.

Like the time of year it celebrates, Holi is all about being in it, not watching from the sidelines or writing about it. So along with our friends, Nettie and I dove right into the exhilirating chaos and took some pictures to share with you all.

Click this Holi Link to remember the day.


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