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egelantier, somebraveapollo, and wordsofastory, to lure them to LA some day.
Pretty pictures of LA below cut. Yes, really. Also food and mysterious shoes.
Is it a sunset, or is a signal to the alien mothership?
Me at the roof party where I took the mothership photo. The fur was a loan from another party guest due to the surprising night chill; the giant (real) flower (a peony?) was from the flower crowns we made for ourselves. It was so heavy that it kept tipping into my eyes.
A bunch of new, unmatched shoes. I don't understand this. All the passersby stopped to examine the shoes and speculate. Best guess: a shoe salesman's discarded samples.
Bell peppers at the farmer's market (Mar Vista).
The street next to the farmer's market.
Salad made with items purchased at farmer's market: raw corn, arugula, peaches, burrata (fresh soft mozzarella).
Spring hike at Sullivan's Canyon. I went on a weekday, and saw almost no one else. It was very peaceful. I had a picnic, then sat on a fallen tree and read Francesca Forrest's excellent, magical epistolatory novel, Pen Pal. I tried to photograph myself on the tree, but had to settle for my feet.
Full moon on the street where I live.
egelantier, somebraveapollo, and wordsofastory, to lure them to LA some day.Pretty pictures of LA below cut. Yes, really. Also food and mysterious shoes.
Is it a sunset, or is a signal to the alien mothership?
Me at the roof party where I took the mothership photo. The fur was a loan from another party guest due to the surprising night chill; the giant (real) flower (a peony?) was from the flower crowns we made for ourselves. It was so heavy that it kept tipping into my eyes.
A bunch of new, unmatched shoes. I don't understand this. All the passersby stopped to examine the shoes and speculate. Best guess: a shoe salesman's discarded samples.
Bell peppers at the farmer's market (Mar Vista).
The street next to the farmer's market.
Salad made with items purchased at farmer's market: raw corn, arugula, peaches, burrata (fresh soft mozzarella).
Spring hike at Sullivan's Canyon. I went on a weekday, and saw almost no one else. It was very peaceful. I had a picnic, then sat on a fallen tree and read Francesca Forrest's excellent, magical epistolatory novel, Pen Pal. I tried to photograph myself on the tree, but had to settle for my feet.
Full moon on the street where I live.
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Also I am very jealous of parties where you make flower crowns! Your peony is gorgeous and the fur is awesome.
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--I love this, the intimacy that comes from precisely these sorts of flashes of brightness and charm in a landscape that's otherwise not all that remarkable (though, frankly, the silhouette of those palms against the sunset sky is pretty remarkable), or maybe even downright ugly.
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Fast forward to *now*, 2 am, I'm up, checking email, see a message from you, and think, Oh yeah! I loved that post! The LA photos! and I start composing this reply, STILL WITHOUT SCROLLING THROUGH TO THE END OF THE POST.
And then I happened to catch your photo of your feet, and I'm like, now what's this one? --and then I read what's right below :D
I still want to write you about how that first picture just makes me feel like flying, and how all the random abandoned shoes makes me think of this scene of abandonment (https://www.flickr.com/photos/86761435@N00/14810783576/lightbox/) I came across in my dad's town, but now I'm pleasantly distracted. That tree you're sitting on looks just like one near here that I practice getting over fear of height on (by walking along it). And I like the notion that I could enjoy all the flavors and multilingual sounds of urban Los Angeles, and in the same day hike in such lovely wild surroundings.
Thanks for the email. If you hadn't sent it, I might have written the whole comment without ever properly scrolling to the end of the entry, and I wouldn't have known what I was missing.
(P.S. Back to food though. That market! Those peppers and eggplants! … I want to be there. And that last photo. I can practically hear music and conversation.)
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The shoes are excellent also. The wolf-keeping friend I mentioned an alleyway where free furniture appears periodically, without explanation. I mean, used sofas are more useful than unused unmatched shoes, but they're about equally baffling.
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You have an actual friend who has an actual wolf???
The furniture has a simple explanation: someone bought new furniture and ditched the old. I periodically see sofas, etc, appear in alleys overnight.
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http://media.tumblr.com/23fec671aa95c03713f169887b684f00/tumblr_inline_mwuyn6Kodr1sp0pki.jpg
Mmmm, alleyways with furniture are cool, but I love that the same alleyway keeps filling up with different furniture like weekly! I suppose the immediate neighbourhood agreed it was a good place to use for the purpose. (Or there's like a storage facility or something nearby!)
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I think the neighborhood picked the spot for furniture ditching. Weird stuff also regularly gets abandoned in the alley behind my apartment, though rarely in salvageable condition. The best was a creepy, damaged dollhouse. It sat there for ages, getting more and more decrepit and spooky-looking, until it vanished as mysteriously as it had appeared.
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