a new view

financial district, viewed from nob hill. april 2013.

shadow scaffold with tree

the village. december 2010.

plates, covers, grates

the village. december 2010.

heath

san francisco. december 2012.

a walk around the village

emeryville. december 2012.

yellow all over

oakland port. may 2012.

bike party ride on a warm night. nothing like dancing to the top 40 next to the giant loading horses. while wearing a  yellow slip. hey, it was a pajama party theme.

when you know what you like

oakland. march 2012.

on the day of the marathon; cloudy, but not rainy. cool.

stair you down

san diego. february 2012.

descending from the ped bridge.

yellow, through green

oakland. january 2012.

still in love with wires and street lamps. still intrigued by back-lit leaves. still looking up.

what urbanity should look like

valencia street sf. december 2011.

parklet, usa

nyc. may, 2011.

hot, the way only the city can get. a parklet in the middle of the street. carving pieces of sanity out of daily life, bit by bit.

orange staircase

23rd street, sf. july 2011.

temescal creek

Emeryville. 2010.

(Coffee) Factory Windows

Emeryville. 2010.

Blue Brick

Emeryville. 2010.

Narrow Gates

Berkeley. 2010.

A:C (too much pressure)

Outside yoga, Adeline Street. 2010.

Someone was nice enough to spray paint my initials on this brick wall.

Headwaters

Warner Center, L.A. 2008.

This is where the LA River starts. Calabasas Arroyo on the left merges with the recently-joined Bell and Dayton Creeks, on the right. At this point, at least one map I've studied starts using the name Los Angeles River. The river continues east through the southern San Fernando Valley, wraps around Griffith and Elysian Parks, skirts downtown, then heads south to the port.

There are grand plans in the works for rehabilitating and de-channelizing this river. Currently, it is mostly ignored, other than for fire truck drills in its dry concrete basin. Livestock live next to the channel in some of the poorer areas. A bike path follows it from Long Beach north to Vernon, where it quits suddenly and without comment or direction.

In the picture above, there are about four inches of water flowing over that flat sheet of concrete--just enough for a duck to paddle in. This seemed like more than the usual for late May, but that's just a guess. I'm eager to see what the river becomes.