Tuesday, June 2, 2009

A discrete parcel of time


I never bring a camera on the run up Bronson... and I still regret I never brought one to Dante's Peak. And then it burned and it all went away... took a walk this time, brought a lens (just the point and shoot). If you live in LA and don't make the hikes, it's easy to lose sight of the fact that concrete is not a naturally occurring element in nature...

As you make the slow incline. It's more than an elevation of dirt in the hills that ring Hollywoodland. It's not Shasta nor the Alps, or Bryce or Yo-se-mite. But it has coyotes and rattlesnakes within view of the Capital records building. The city takes pennies from us and in exchange, they cede us this -- floating above the exhaust and poison (ivy not withstanding).

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