Like “The Eerie Statue” this is something that I initially posted on Facebook andÂ chose to share here, as well. Â Below is the essay that accompanied this image:
From street level, Los Angeles often seems like an endless tangle of concrete; a horrific urban sprawl worthy of being the backdrop to a cyberpunk novel. Certainly, there are parts ofÂ it that are beautiful, but these places are for wealthy or long-established households. For most, the Westsideâ€™s postwar neighborhoodsâ€“with their sprawling ficus trees and lush gardensâ€“are unaffordable. And the further east you drive, the more L.A. seems like a suffocating expanse of pink stucco, broken sidewalks, and polluted sky. It offends the Midwestern eye. It seems claustrophobic, labyrinthine, terrifying. Stuck in traffic on La Brea, you start to question your sanity, and consider moving to Alaska to live with wolves.
And then it rains, and everything changes. [Read more…]