pole
Clouds, clouds, clouds
A very merry unbirthday to you
The fountain at the end of the universe
Riding off away from the sunset
Interestingly, it proves easier to capture this than it is to get a shot of actual whales.
Okay, here you go:
Standing in the shadow of giants
Reel around the fountain
(Yes, the title of this post is a reference to a song by the Smiths, you clever 80s hipster you.)
Photo interlude... spoon!
Splendor in the grass, or something
Zeppelin, not Led
Up and down, with a side of rice
The water flowing down the sculptures in front of 601 South Figueroa Street, looking up at the towering building behind.
I'm not suggesting this is groundbreaking photography here, people. Heck, these are barely noteworthy compared to a great deal of just what's on flickr.com. The digital camera era has taken the difficulty out of taking and sharing one's pictures, allowing us (me) to delude ourselves (myself) into thinking we're (I'm) photographers. But dag nammit, I walked several blocks around downtown L.A. yesterday on my lunch hour, and this makes me feel as though I accomplished more than just eating falafal.
(Why are there never any people in these pictures I post? Buildings and trees and sunsets don't get embarrassed.)
("Dag nammit"? I'm channeling an old prospector apparently.)
I don't care what the groundhog said, it's looking like spring in L.A.
The trees outside the office are blooming.
(What kind of trees? I don't know. Do I sound like a botanist in these posts or something?)
Enjoy the pictures.
(If you know what they are, leave that info in a comment. Thanks.)
(What kind of trees? I don't know. Do I sound like a botanist in these posts or something?)
Enjoy the pictures.
(If you know what they are, leave that info in a comment. Thanks.)
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