I’d been eyeballing the increasingly sorrier looking butternut squash patch, which at its flourishing leafy height mid-October looked like this: But for the last couple weeks in large part because the nil amount of light now coming from a sun sliding so low across the southern skies the patch has been working its way down …
Today was just an absolutely spectacular day. Highs in the 80s, blazing bright sunlight, visibility that seemed to be broadcast in high-definition. So since there’s no better conditions in which to go rolling in the river than in the days immediately after it gets a good storm scrubbing, I got the hell out of the …
Those deathless herkyjerky timelapse videos I compile from my bike rides are often filled with a whole lotta nothing happening beyond a 12 frames-per-second commemoration of whatever route I’ve taken. But usually I can count on encountering something eye-catching and worth a second glance. Maybe it’s a unique pedestrian or a scenario or an architectural …
Given how elaborately ghoulish and over-the-top our Halloween decorations are, one might think I go totally overboard for the holidays as well. But no blow-up Santas on the ivy for me. Instead, I am decidedly low-key in how we deck the halls for Christmas, with this year being literally no different than the last: icicle …
Susan and I made a getaway to MOCA downtown on Grand Avenue to check out the awesome “Naked Hollywood” exhibit of photos by Weegee, and afterward we walked through the halls housing the museum’s permanent collection, where we found many creations that left me shaking my head — especially the one pictured above. This “painting” …
Northbound cyclists on Spring Street near 8th Street, circa 1899: Source: USC Digital Archives Southbound cyclists on Spring Street near 8th Street, circa yesterday: Bonus shot: Me Eastbound to Montebello, taking a break up on my beloved 6th Street Bridge to appreciate her and apologize for the City Council.
I was about six months from being born on his birthday when President John F. Kennedy was assassinated 48 years ago today. In my possession is this, the Herald Examiner that hit the streets of Los Angeles that day with that horrible news: