So far, most of the summer has been hasty and rushed. Pages flying off the calendar in fast motion. Days, opportunities, connections slip away. Truly. So when I saw that the Echo Park Film Center was having a one-evening showing of slow-motion films the event looked appealing. I liked the idea of slow. If nothing else I could say I went. Or I could meditate while images presented themselves to me on a slow-motion platter. My brain could rest.

So I left my daughter at home with my husband and went out to enjoy myself solo. Which I did thoroughly, somewhat to my surprise. It turned out to be quite a rich cinematic experience (this from someone who rushed out to see The Devil Wears Prada).