Winter on California's Central Coast.

Winter in Hollywood

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A Hollywood Mural celebrating the movie industry.
California has many thousands of murals,
some are tucked away in innocuous places
such as this one on a side street off Hollywood Boulevard.


Long December~Counting Crows


It's been a long December and there's reason to believe
Maybe this year will be better than the last
I can't remember the last thing that you said as you were leaven'
Now the days go by so fast

And it's one more day up in the canyons
And it's one more night in Hollywood
If you think that I could be forgiven...I wish you would

The smell of hospitals in the winter
And the feeling that it's all a lot of oysters, but no pearls
All at once you look across a crowded room
To see the way that light attaches to a girl

And it's one more day up in the canyons
And it's one more night in Hollywood
If you think you might come to California...I think you should

Drove up to Hillside Manor sometime after two a.m.
And talked a little while about the year
I guess the winter makes you laugh a little slower,
Makes you talk a little lower about the things you could not show her

And it's been a long December and there's reason to believe
Maybe this year will be better than the last
I can't remember all the times I tried to tell my myself
To hold on to these moments as they pass

And it's one more day up in the canyon
And it's one more night in Hollywood
It's been so long since I've seen the ocean...I guess I should

Hail on my 1961 International Truck.
We got hail this winter!
It is the first hail I remember for years now.
Here it is on the hood of my 'Jethro-mobile'.

Beverly Hills Farmers Market.
A business trip to the Beverly hills Farmer's Market was an inspiration.
Where else could you ever see 'fertile organic' eggs selling for $4.50 a dozen?

More vittles from the Beverly Hills Farmer's Market. More vittles from the Beverly Hills Farmer's Market.


More vittles from the Beverly Hills Farmer's Market,
these are a mix of specialty veggies a farmer was selling there (organically grown of course).

Tragedy in La Conchita.
In the winter of 2005 the cliffs above little La Conchita gave way,
and buried several homes and many people.
The survivors have erected a memorial
to their family members who perished in that bitter winter.

Tragedy in La Conchita.
Here we see written memorials and appeals to the Heavens
for the souls of those who perished on this 'little spot of heaven' that lies just below Santa Barbara.

More tragedy in California.
But California has always had tragedy,
here we see a diorama of Prehistoric tragedy in the La Brea Tar pits.


  This has been a very trying time for me,
the winter is going along in a flash as I work and drive all over the California Coast.
Twice weekly trips to the Southland Los Angeles area,
and then I drive back up the coast at 2 AM to make my way back up the canyon
and snooze for a few hours before getting up and hitting the road again.
  Usually the winter is a slow time for us, but this year is different,
and although I enjoy being home, I also relish the
new experiences I am enjoying in the Big City.
The Hollywood avenues and Los Angeles Highways
are so unlike the life I have at home in the canyon.
  The bright lights, the action, the life and vitality
of the Los Angeles area is so enticing,
beckoning and shining like a fire on the desert floor of the basin.
  The Los Angeles area is a hodge-podge of affluence and poverty.
Gritty grimy work areas lie just over a
highway from the mansions of the very wealthy.
And over the hills lie the Super-mansions of the fabulously-wealthy,
the types of people that would not ordinarily come to the Farmer's Market,
they will instead send their assistant or homekeeper
to fetch the family vittles as they lounge by their concrete ponds.

 

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