March 8, 2005
We walked to the crest of La Canada-Flintridge and looked down towards downtown Los Angeles. A few skyscrapers scratched a skyline out of the smog while the sun set out over the Pacific. This cul-de-sac used to offer a better view, but someone had built a house off to the left and planted this large palm to block the view for any pedestrians or parked cars. This "house" leaned out into open air, the hillside falling steeply away below it as scrub brush and grit raced towards the valley greenery of the Chevy Chase Country Club. I watched the palm swim about in a gentle ocean breeze and thought about how we'd come to a place where people could both own, and deny, a view of chemical haze.
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