Key Store On La Brea

Night On Melrose

Man In Red Suit

Shadows In Hollywood

Stairs To The Alley

Many hours this morning and this evening taking photographs with nothing worth posting. Now its a night of seafood pasta, laundry and "Tibet, Tibet", the book I got this afternoon at LACMA (no photos there either).

Back From Missoula (#2)

 

At My Desk With Coffee #6

1.) This evening, while waiting to make a left hand turn onto Doheny from Santa Monica Blvd., I adjusted the volume on the radio and two speakers that I never knew I had kicked in. Suddenly The Supremes were asking me "Where Did Our Love Go?' from the back of my head. I've had this car for a year and a half and never knew I had four speakers. What else don't I know?
2.) Why, yes, that is a new camera. Its a Panasonic Lumix DMC-LX1 with a Leica lens. Many, many other features but maybe the best is the stablization device. Thank you for noticing.
3.) An hour ago I turned on the wrong burner on the stove and nearly burned the house down.
4.) Putting glasses on William Holden in "Born Yesterday" to make him look brainy: Not convincing.
5.) I hope to watch not one single second of the Olympics. By the way, I've never seen one single second of "American Idol", any "Survivor" show, or "Lost". I hear that "Arrested Development", "24" and "The Sopranos" are good but I've never seen one single second of them either. Hmmm, this might be the beginning of a whole new category.
6.) I've never spent one single second scuba diving or mountain climbing. And I probably never will.

Happy Valentine's Day

 

Just Back From Missoula, Montana

 

East Of West L.A. ("Wash")

"The arts are not a way to make a living. They are a very human way of making life more bearable. Practicing an art, no matter how well or badly, is a way to make your soul grow, for heaven's sake. Sing in the shower. Dance to the radio. Tell stories. Write a poem to a friend, even a lousy poem. Do it as well as you possibly can. You will get an enormous reward. You will have created something."

Kurt Vonnegut

"A Man Without A Country"

East of West L.A. (Abandonded House)