City of Angels

I took a brief dip in Los Angeles. This is a photo of my friend Kate.

Leaving rope burns, reddish ruse

The city I cover has spent the year draining one of its two reservoirs so that it can repair a pipe. Right now, the 20,000-acre-feet reservoir is nearly dry, so the water department invited me up to "see the exposed glory hole."

The reservoir still has some water in places, though most of it is just exposed clay that has been hiding under 120 feet of water for more than a decade. Workers even found an old road still in tact.

Pardon my excesses here.






















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Every chorus was your name

no day is safe from news of you.
walking around africa, maybe, but thinking of me.

These pictures are supposed to be looked at while hearing this song

Tap on your windowpane

Things are getting a little self-referential in here. One last swoop around --

Out living my life, getting out dreams

Another nod to the last vestiges of summer, this one a video. When we were on Orcas Island a few weeks ago, Ryan, Amanda and I all shot video of the trip. That place is truly magical. You can see it in this video through all the giggling we do.

The love that people say you made

Densely sweet and small present

I heard it was fun

A couple of months ago, Ryan and I came up with an idea to take signs into a Photobooth some time to spell something out. We didn't have any ideas at the time, so we put it on the back burner. A couple of weeks ago I came up with the idea to spin the sign project into a summer memorial. Using lyrics from our friend Kate's band, I drew up a little diagram for an end-of-summer collaborative Photobooth project. Sunday night, a few days into fall, we all piled into The Florida Room for some combination arts-and-crafts // modeling // composing photo times. Ryan, Amanda and I edited the final project together.

Et voila, the people who made my 2011 summer worth living: