The museum of the Southwest, founded by Charles Lummis, is the oldest museum in Los Angeles. It is dedicated to the American Indian culture. A man of many talents who reminds me of George Champlin Mason in Newport.
If only the present caretakers would heed his vision.
An afternoon walk along Hollywood Blvd is always revealing. Everyone is here; those full of hope and those with none left.
Walking, yes walking in Hollywood there is not limit to the sights. There are architectural riches not to be believed. Of course people watching at an equally remarkable level. Those who desperately want to be seen and those who just want to be themselves.
There truly is something for everyone in Los Angeles.
We’re here, after 5000 miles in the car, having seen some of the most amazing things on earth, we have arrived at our destination:Los Angeles. LaLa land. We went to The Grove with the grandchildren. I will confess I was apprehensive, because I keep a bad memory from the last time I was there. Being there this time with grandchildren clearly changed the focus for me. They saw the best parts of it completely unaware of the rest.
The paparazzi were there in numbers. I suppose because the TV show “Extra” is filmed there daily. On occasion I have been asked if I were a paparazzi; when the answer was no the people were clearly disappointed. LA is the best people watching place on earth.
The long awaited Farallones report is issued from US Sailing: READ HERE.
US Sailing’s report on the “Low Speed Chase” accident has been issued and it is a solid study. Read it and draw your own conclusions.
The rest of the photographs are my continuing exploration of downtown Los Angeles. So many tell me that there is no architecture in Los Angeles and no culture; that it is a completely hedonistic place. While it is probably true that the film industry and the stars dominate the headlines; there is the larger life of the vast majority of people alongside.
I have often wondered about the complete story behind the now iconic sign “HOLLYWOOD”. It was a real estate developers sign, hollywoodland originally; the land was in fact at the head of Beechwood Canyon. Curiously, many of my friends in the east have told me that there was no such place as Beechwood Canyon.
As with anywhere, the history, is local, and here hollywood and film dominate significant history in the minds of most people.
I would like to have a career as a photographer. I tend to have broad interest which is reflected in my photography. But I have an particular interest in journalistic photography. I would like to tell you a story with my images, honestly, I would like to make a difference.
Yesterday, I went to a part of Los Angeles most of you will probably never go. Nor am I saying you should; but neither should we ignore it’s existence.During my brief visit there I was yelled at and threatened by the drug dealers who also patrol the area. The temperature in downtown Los Angeles was 96 degrees. Everyone had moved to the shady side of the street seeking relief from the heat.
Equally, life is full of surprises. In the midst of the human tragedy; I took the color photograph below. There is always hope.
I suppose I could call this post “Any Given Sunday”. I had everyone’s permission to photograph them, each had a story as one might imagine. The stranger they looked the more gentle they were.
