My
apologies to Lewis Carroll, “The time has
come, the Walrus said, to talk of many things: Of shoes and ships and
sealing-wax of cabbages and kings and why the sea is boiling hot and whether
pigs have wings.”
What in the blue blazes is he talking
about, you ask.
Shortly I'll be leaving LA and start my trek
back home and nothing could be more appropriate that Lewis Carroll's nonsense rhyme summarized
my thoughts about La La Land.
Previously, I’ve alluded to how unlike
other US cities, that I’ve visited, that LA stands hads above the
others as a contradiction unto itself.
You have the beautiful self-absorbed people
competing neck in neck with the homeless street self-absorbed people for space. While one group is vying for personal
attention and fame the other is vying for street space and anonymity, OMG is there a lot of them, the street people
that is. To most LA'ers, they are just invisible.
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Moving to a better neighborhood |
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Waiting for God |
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Rich man's Leftovers, Poor man's treasure. |
LA really is the city of dreamers and broken
dreams. A beautiful and yet sad
place existing around a mythical shining city on a hill called Hollywood. This last sentence is Hyperbole by the
way. The actual hill is a bump in the centre of
LA that’s a colourless dusty mound with a famous fading sign on it.
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Queuing in the hope of being discovered. |
Having said this, the people of LA are some
of the most friendly I’ve encountered.
Even those who call the streets their home, when approached, for the
most part, turn out to be not only friendly but very interesting individuals. I should mention that discretion is sometimes
the better part of valour when dealing with those who make the streets their
homes. Most of my encounters have proven uuneventful, yet others have resulted in my breaking off contact quickly. Nothing ventured, nothing gained.
Many who photography life on the streets tend to do so from a distance with a long lens. Yes, there can be consequences from close encounters but, in my view, if the long lens is your preferred choice then you are entering into the realm of the voyeur and not really making contact with your subjects. Shooting from a distance gets you annoyed stares. Close up requires you to have personal contact, generally resulting in more personal and sincere work.
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Phil played for me. Down but not out. |
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Street Kids Skateboarding in a safe caged off area |
My daughter mentioned that perhaps it’s the
weather that produces, for the most part, the cheery disposition that most
LA’ers seem to possess. It’s either this
or the fact that no one wants to appear negative to you on the off chance you
might be a big wig producer who just might be able to deliver that ticket to
the elusive butterfly called fame.
Either way, there are many wonderful, yet at the same time, strange and sad aspects of this city.
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The LA Dream. For One Brief Shining Moment We Can Almost Fly. |
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Their Dream Arrives. Another New Running Shoe Store's Stock Arriving. |
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Most great cities tend to have aspects
about them, that are non-human, for which they have become known for. New York has its wide avenues and concrete
canyons. Miami its beaches, New Orleans its food, Santa Fe it’s Pueblo-style
architecture, Sedona its red-rock buttes, San Francisco its hill, prison and
cable cars, San Diego its navy. But Los
Angels has, in my view, more than anything else that defines it, it’s people. Oh yes, and that Hollywood sign.
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Even the small ones what to make a statement |
For me, LA is not unlike a mosquito
bite. Though you scratch it, the itch
keeps coming back. You feel the need to revisit and explore LA, a great deal more
before it will stop itching.
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Making the most of ones limited garden space. |
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911 Anyone? One reason why cell phones are all the rave in LA. |
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LA version of All Your Ducks in a Row |
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Many LA homes have swimming pools. Any bets as to this one? |
Soon I will be saying Cherry-O to LA
and head for home. The only problem is, the itch is still there.
More…………