a few weeks ago, it was super muggy and gloomy here in LA, a rare occasion here in the summer. it felt as if a southern thunderstorm was knocking on the door. i took wylie for a walk, this time on the other side of the 101, to angelino heights. here sit a cluster of historic victorian homes. some of which have been restored to that point that they look like doll houses, some of which are filled with creepy treasures. more often than not there is a movie shooting in this hood or tourists taking photos. i felt like i was in a different city with the humid, gloomy sky and houses that looked like they should be sitting in the deep south. i can still feel the air from that day just looking at the photos. i only had the iPhone with me (not the best shots in the world), but i had to document the sights. the best part was when some hipster girl came out to move her hearse and the living room set up behind the freeway.
i cherish these small moments of finding the unordinary…or ordinary…bits of interest.