From the Misty Mountains, back down into Mirkwood….
On Sunday we went hiking in Elysian Park. Across Echo Park and down into Frogtown, and from the freeway all the way back to the Valley one could see everywhere jacarandas in bloom, popping out of the canopy like frosted cupcakes. Then yesterday came the Santa Ana winds, and just like that, it was over. Like here, on Otsego St.
At the end of this driveway is a house, tucked behind another house. Or two. It’s what they did to the old, pre-WWII orchard properties.
Preparing to hand-fish the LA River in bare feet in the Sepulveda Wildlife Refuge…
In the milky twilight of Memorial Day weekend, come get your popsicle, your lottery tickets, your smokes, your six-pack, your caffeinated corn syrup beverage, your jumbo bag of Spicy Nacho Doritos, your DVD for the night. Don’t forget to cash your paycheck. It’s all here.
My darling, in mustard fields…..
Purpling and falling on Hamlin St. Purpling and falling all over the Valley…