Downtown Los Angeles on a quiet Sunday morning. Yes,
there is a real city here, with the usual inhuman towers...
The main branch of the Los Angeles Public Library, for those who
still read books, and looming behind it, Library Tower, the tallest building west of the Mississippi...
My neighborhood is not at all like downtown, and not at all like glitzy Hollywood with the souvenir shops and tattoo
parlors and exhausted tourists. Just quiet streets, and on Sunday morning, not a soul around. (Well, if you click
on the image and enlarge it you will see a runner.)
And outside my front door, looking up? The expensive houses on the hill where one might assume the movie stars
live, or their agents, or their accountants.
Blue on blue on blue... In the dead center of Hollywood, far
above the shops and theaters, the signal from out here at the edge of the world - well, from the edge of the Pacific - comes
from these towers. Or maybe it doesn't.
From last week's home page, mid-October in here Los Angeles
- a hazy Sunday morning on the beach with folks getting ready for some volleyball, and a surfer in the background. Normal