The Land of Cash and Sun: Part II

In mid April, I returned to LA for a month to work on a presentation for Google I/O. With friends both busy or out of town, I was less inclined to see the city. My exploration was mainly on long weekend walks near the beach.

I love the houses, plants, and food of Los Angeles. They are all expensive.

The cool people.

Santa Monica city hall.

I doubt it.

The sweet trinity.

Beachhouse.

Everything and the kitchen sink.

Deco apts.

Not hiding his skeletons.

Public oven.

Paint issues.

Frosted cacti.

Chipped mural.

My new keyboard and sustain pedal to keep me company on lonely nights.

Vintage camera.

Vintage truck.

Cactus lovers.

Pink.

Beer Palace.

More like CAN’T.

Barely a truck.

Nature’s coat rack.

F O R D.

Window repair.

Towering cacti.

Colorful garage.

Robocop’s domain.

Double horny.

Ramen!

This tree makes its own paper.

Surreal fountain wall.

Trees.

Murder suicide.

Hippopotamus boat.

Poke.

Squash courts.

E C I N E V

Remember the Alamo.

Lantern.

Ivy going vertical.

Ceiling light.

Wall art.

Minimal porch.

Dreaming of Southeast Asia.

It feels good to be home.