Just a frisbee toss from the 101 and the 405…right next door to everything, yet riparian, and nearly unknown…
a village unto itself.
Is this where California is heading? Are we going back to the garden?
After a big blow last week, the last of the leaves are off the deciduous trees. Then this weekend, an unexpected preview of spring with balmy 80-degree afternoons all over the valley. Days like this make it hard to leave California, even when it seems, economically, the only sensible thing to do.
Look closely… is there evidence of a murder somewhere in the background of this picture?
Growing out of a seam in the concrete of the Burbank overcrossing.