This is now a few years old; however the content is ever relevant. We find ourselves in a moment in time which none of us ever imagined. This country of ours is so big and diverse. Each of us having a difficult time understanding how we arrived here.
The first thing one notices arriving in Santa Monica is that it is 20 degrees cooler than Los Angeles. Particularly right now where southern California is under a heat wave where temperatures have been 100 degrees and more. Yesterday the temperature difference was 30 degrees.
Note that the homeless individual is in the cocoon of his sleeping bag. I found a eerie resemblance between the sleeping bag and the trunk of the tree.
People watching on the Third Street Promenade is without end. Last year, while at the promenade, I probably walked past Whitey Bulger and never even knew it.