A Poor Man's Bouquet

There is something offensively beautiful about this simple magenta flower placed in the green soda bottle. The cigarette butts and bottle evoke a sense of a late night out which contrasts with the softness of the image as a whole and the vibrant colors. Suprisingly this photo was not staged, I happened across this little scene while looking at the semi-demolished wreckage of a building at on UC Berkeley's campus (see above post). This building which today looks more like a pile of rumble than a building is getting the Los Angeles version of a facelift, get rid of everything and replace it all with something newer and more fabulous, is undergoing surgery on the lower end of campus near Oxford and University streets (right across the street from Yali's).

Just off Broadway

You wouldn't normally consider a freeway exit a place to find a little patch of flowers in bloom, especially one like broadway that I only take to bypass the evening commuter traffic on the 24 save my regretfully infrequent trips to temescal lake. A few days ago in attempt to escape the grind of the brakes and the swerve of another self-entitled driver as they akwardly enter my lane I took the Broadway exit off of the 24 freeway and was delighted to find out that spring was in full bloom.

Pictures from the old country

Here is an image from my mom's past back in the old country. To the right is a photograph taken in the 1960s in front of their catholic church in the white limestone city of Salt, Jordan. To the left a touched up version --without the gaping push pin hole. I guess plaid was in really in at the time and look the pointy shoes of today were in back then and look at the conservative styles! My mom is soo cute and innocent in her little white collared plaid dress crouching in the floor next to my aunt Sawson, who is definitely going through her awkward child phase.