First she charges out of a parking lot onto Venice Boulevard without looking to her left and seeing me approaching a couple car lengths back. Had she kept going and merged into the space available for her in the traffic lane, I’d have nothing to write about. But instead she finally sees me and comes …
Its melancholy call caught my ear while out in the backyard this morning, and this mourning dove obliged me not only by staying put until I could return with my camera, but also by offering up this interesting pose (click image for the bigger picture):
My Christmas gift to myself this past holiday season was a bit frivolous — a new stereo system for the truck I basically drive every few weeks to Costco. To make matters more damningly indulgent, there was absolutely nothing wrong with the 13-year-old factory in-dash stereo. The 13-year-old speakers though — or rather the left …
(click image for the bigger picture) The above image is a three-frame panorama I shot Saturday of the recently installed mural on Descanso just south of Sunset in Silver Lake (pinpoint map). No idea who the artist or artists are/were or what the meaning — if any — there is to the piece, featuring a …
I haven’t made much noise here or anywhere because up to this point it’s primarily been percolating in my brain, but I’ve begun more earnest planning of my second-annual March March (last year’s can be read about here) for either the first or second Saturday of that month, and I’m starting to get pretty excited …
It’s an old story: as the source of a success the writer is often the first forgotten and the last remembered. I always hate it when that happens — and especially when the scrub is perpetuated by another writer! Well, it happened today in an LA Times story looking at the implications and causes of …