Abstract Los Angeles: Uncategorizable

Abstract Los Angeles is wandering about, without a thought, looking at the details that make up this huge metropolis.

Today are photographs that fail to even vaguely fit into a category.
Lost, you could call them.


A pair of cameras, or eyes, overlook an empty street in a momentarily colorful warehouse district.


I can’t help but say it, despite my whole body screaming with horror in cheesyness.
“Love holds the building together.”
Ok, now I need to wash my mouth out.


And finally, love, abandoned, covered with dust, locked behind metal, slowly warps in the sun.

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Los Angeles Street Art: [Fragment 7]

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Matt, The Cat.

Just because.

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Los Angeles Street Art: [Fragment 6]

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Anchorage in Winter

A few days ago a friend mentioned Alaska and photographs, so I went back and looked at some of mine, and thought I would share a few.


Downtown Anchorage, with the Chugach Mountains in the background, and the Cook Inlet in the foreground.
Down below, at the edge of the water, are chunks of frozen ice, left over from when the sea freezes.


Outside my apartment in the dead of winter. This is a view looking due south while the sun sets.
At winter solstice the sun sets in the south.
At summer solstice the sun sets in the due north.
In between, the sun changes his setting position every day, slowly walking itself across the horizon as the days and months change.


My next door neighbor’s truck: hoar frost and fish and chips.


Just down the road the hoar frost coats a tree with ice.
Hoar frost are ice crystals forming on object that are colder than the surrounding air. It usually occurs on cold clear nights.
Sometimes, while walking home from the bar at unknown times of the night, the brown wooden fence beside my house would collect millions of tiny ice crystals, like it had been sprayed with thousands of twinkling diamonds. Those moments made the cold worthwhile.


Spider web caught in the hoar frost.


The coastal trail along the border of the Cook Inlet and Anchorage.
Summer filled with bicycles, winter with skis.


On the coastal trail, Westchester Lagoon being prepared for winter sports.


Winter sports at Westchester Lagoon.

Read and see more about Alaska here:
Anchorage, Alaska: Fur Rondy: True Fur Hats
North To Alaska: Section I

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The Home of Peace Memorial Park: Los Angeles

     Sitting just east from Downtown Los Angeles, on the old streetcar route down Whittier Boulevard, is the Home of Peace Memorial Park.
     Back when the red cars used to run down Whittier Blvd, there was a dedicated funeral streetcar that could be hired to travel to the cemetery of your choice, as Whittier Blvd was once –and still could be- known as Cemetery Row.
     Home of Peace was one of the first on this row, and is the oldest Jewish Cemetery in the Los Angeles area, but this was not it’s first home.
     Back in 1855 The Hebrew Benevolent Society of Los Angeles purchased land in Chavez Ravine for a cemetery, and the first burial was performed in 1858. The exact location of the original cemetery is a mystery, with thoughts that it was somewhere near the present reservoir and armory.
     By 1900 the cemetery had filled to capacity, and it’s new home was purchased at the corner of Whittier Blvd and Eastern Avenue (which is now where the 710 and 5 freeways meet in the city of Whittier).
     Officially the new cemetery was founded in 1902, but it took the next eight years to transport the 360 bodies, by horse and cart, to their new permanent home.
     It is now an enormous cemetery, with a grand twin towered and domed mausoleum with stained glass roofs presiding in the center. Leading down the main walkway are the grandiose markers of the rich and famous, off to the sides are both markers set in earth and grass, and markers set in concrete monoliths.
     There are a few famous people buried here, including –to the grin of my ten-year-old self- Burt Baskin, one of the founders of Baskin-Robbins, two of The Three Stooges, three of the Warner brothers, who founded, of course, The Warner Brothers Movie Studio. But they are not the only studio founders who are here, there is also Carl Laemmle (Universal) and Louis B. Mayer (MGM).

To view other cemeteries in Los Angeles click below:
Sierra Madre Pioneer Cemetery
Beth Israel Cemetery: [Part 1] Portraits

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Anchorage, Alaska: Fur Rondy: True Fur Hats

    In 1935, when Anchorage Alaska had a population of 3,000, and winters meant hibernating with a fire and cartloads of wood, there began a festival.
    A festival set in February: the dead of snow bound winter.
    It was called The Fur Rendezvous, or shortened today to The Fur Rondy.
    This festival was timed to coincided with the miners and fur trappers coming down from the hills to sell their winter goods.
    Now it is a time to celebrate the snowy winter, with dog sled racing, a parade, beer can softball, snow carving, and maybe a shot of whiskey or twelve.
    But despite all the modern Interpretations, there is still one thing that has not changed, and that is the fur auction, and the men with their hats.

Click here to read about my journey to Alaska on the AlCan:
North To Alaska: Section I

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Touring Los Angeles: The Crumbling Hermon Car Wall

     After randomly hearing about a wall built with car parts in Los Angeles, it took me five months to find Hermon’s Car Wall, and, well, it was partly worth it.
     After five months of (very intermittent) searching, there were grandiose visions in my head of this wonderful wall stretching into infinity, with thousands of car parts, holding up a cliff. That vision did not even closely match the reality of the remnants of a crumbling wall propping up a hillside.

     A Little History:
     Hermon’s Car Wall is similar to the Watts Towers [read my story about the Watt’s Towers here] in that they were built vaguely in the same time period and that they used junk as ornaments. But there is one big difference, the Watt’s Towers are completely useless, (which makes it art, right?) while the Hermon Car Wall is useful, because it’s a wall, built to keep the hillside falling down.
     Although now, it seems to be failing at that job.
     The two pieces of folk art have one other thing in common, they are both named after the city they were built in, not the person who built them. The man who built the car wall was an Albert Emmanuel Sederquist.
     Mr. Sederquist arrived in Los Angeles in 1926 after being born in Iowa and traveling for a while. That seems to be a theme to those who arrived in Los Angeles at this time, that they were born elsewhere, and after some wandering end up in Los Angeles. This city seems to collect the lost. By the early 1930’s he worked for a freight company on Main Street and purchased the land where the wall is now standing. In 1932 he paid three of his nephews to help him to begin to build a retaining wall to keep the hillside from falling down onto his property.
     He is said to have six old cars at this time, and began placing the worn out parts in the wall.
     By early in WWII the wall was finished by Mr. Sederquist, but after his death in 1959 the land was taken for back taxes and sold to a developer.

     How to get there:
     The reason it me took so long to find the wall, is that all the maps and directions are horrible and/or wrong. The only map I could find was from a Los Angeles planning report on turning the wall into a historic monument, [attached below] but the map is wrong. The road the wall is seen to be running down never existed. That road is a walking path on the edge of Earnest E. Debbs Regional Park.
     The wall is in a tiny neighborhood I had never heard of, called Hermon. It sits north east of downtown Los Angeles, just off the 110 freeway.
     To get to the wall exit the 110 at Via Marisol. Head East. Take a right at the first major intersection onto Monterey Rd. After three or four roads turn right on Terrill Ave. Terrill is the last exit before Monterey cuts through a valley and has large concrete walls on each side.
     Terrill Ave is only ten or so houses long, it ends almost before it begins. Upon entering Terrill the road heads uphill, then there is a short level patch at the top, then the road heads downhill, before ending at a 90 degree turn at Bushnell Way.
     To reach the wall, park on Terrill or Bushnell –as there is no parking beside the wall- and walk to the highest point of Terrill Ave. Here there is -what looks like an individual driveway- heading south from Terrill. Walk up this road, it is actually the driveway for 5 or 6 houses. The wall is at the highest point of this driveway/road.

     To visit the top of the wall, which is not very exciting because there is not much to see, but worth it because you are here anyway, enter the steps from Monterey Road. [see above map] When the pathway reaches its peak, you are above the wall.
     The wall looks to be about 100 feet long, but 90 percent of it has fallen, or is falling down. The collapsing sections are propped up by lengths of wood.
     The intact section is only about 10 feet wide, and this is where all the automotive parts are still stuck. There is a crankshaft, a gearbox with the top taken off so the innards are visible, and there is the top of the gearbox sitting inside out so the selectors are there. There are old-fashioned wooden wagon wheels at the top, and an exploded view of a differential.
     Even me, a car person, an ex-mechanic, was not overly impressed by the wall. It is neat, and I’m glad it’s there. I’m glad it’s a historic monument, happy that the developer did not destroy it when he built the houses. I would like to see it restored to its former glory, but know that it will never be on par with the grandeur of the Watts Towers.
     As always, these little –and big- pieces of art, randomly created by people who were not known as artists, make me happy, and glad it’s still around for us to enjoy.


This is it, really. This is the only section of the wall that is still standing and has car parts attached.


A pulley and a gearbox, with the top removed and the innards revealed, in this detail of the Hermon Car Wall.


A plaque on top of the Hermon Car Wall. “17 rocks from Angeles Crest Highway above Barley Flats 4-16-41”

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Abstract Los Angeles: Graffiti

Abstract Los Angeles is an on-going photography project of wandering about this metropolis, pointing my lens at random things I see, and clicking the shutter.

Today’s installment is about graffiti, be it found in the hills above Pasadena, or on the railings near the 101 freeway.

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Seven Photographs: Los Angeles Freeways Flowing at Night

Sometimes, when I am not stuck on the freeways fuming like my car, and can look down on them and see the flowing lines, interconnecting, and think, for a moment, that they are beautiful.


Looking south over the 101 freeway, on the bridge at the base of Mulholland Drive. Cahuenga Blvd is on the right, leading down to the Hollywood Bowl.


On the York Blvd bridge, overlooking the 110 freeway, with the San Gabriel Mountains in the background, and tiny lights at the top of the mountain, which is Mount Wilson and its observatory.


Looking north along the 101 freeway, with Cahuenga Blvd on the left and the entrance to Mulholland Drive.


The entrance to the 110 freeway at Fair Oaks Avenue.


Looking south over the 101 freeway, at Barham Blvd and Buddy Holly Drive.


The 110 freeway, looking south, on the Avenue 52 bridge.


‘Time’

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Los Angeles Event: The Donut Summit

Some might say that The Donut Summit in Elysian Park was just an excuse to sit in the park on a sunny afternoon and eat donuts.
Well, yes.

Two park benches covered with donuts from all over Los Angeles.
Those pink boxes lined up to heaven.

Donut croquet. “who thought it was a good idea to give children mallets and donuts?”
Donut Hole toss.
Donut Bingo.

There were, of course, those who won awards, and there was a donut crown,
but really, we all felt slightly ill from too many donuts.
What else can you want in life?

Except maybe Mariachis eating donuts.

To the Gentleman in this photograph: Could you send me your first name, I would like to use the photograph in my A Portrait A Day project.
Thanks, Ben

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Los Angeles Event: March Fourth Plays in MacArthur Park

    March Fourth is the marching band I wanted in high school.
    Back then, marching in a local parade, with the monotonous drum click in the background, there were intermittent moments when the drummers broke out into something a little funky, something with flow and a sharp beat, something to put a spring in my step.
    March Forth has taken this to the extreme.
    With uniforms from uptight marching bands twisted into something beautiful and new.
    With stilt-walkers and dancers bouncing through -and interacting with- the crowd, drummers clicking and pounding; trumpets, trombones and saxophones blasting, it’s difficult not to dance, not to be caught up in the enthusiasm.

link to the March Fourth Marching Bands website

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