Abstract Los Angeles is the continuing wander through the streets of Los Angeles, pointing my lens at interesting things.
Today’s installment is about lines.
Not read by actors,
but straight edges leading somewhere and nowhere.





Abstract Los Angeles is the continuing wander through the streets of Los Angeles, pointing my lens at interesting things.
Today’s installment is about lines.
Not read by actors,
but straight edges leading somewhere and nowhere.





This is my newest project:
Taking photographs of friends Doing What They Do.
Be it a day job, the creation of art,
or like today, welding.
Reed, at Big Art Labs, welding.
[If you would like to see other photographs from this growing project, please click here.]





Touring the Historic Los Angeles Theatre District
“There’s one million square feet of unused space in downtown Los Angeles,†said Larry, our tour guide, as we walked up and down Broadway, the old heart of the theatre district.
It was Thursday night, and Broadway was relatively quiet, except for the occasional homeless person staring confusedly at our group, and those closing up their shops. There was 15 of us, standing outside a store selling cheap backpacks, jackets and perfumes, pointing up at the buildings and the awnings.
Just two blocks to the east, the streets are full, restaurants are open, trendy clothing is for sale, and bands play on the sidewalk: it’s the monthly downtown art walk. But Broadway has not seen this downtown revitalization yet, but there are rumors everywhere.
This tour was presented by the Los Angeles Historic Theatre Foundation (lahft.org -free tours coincide with the monthly art walk), and we were hoping to enter two of the once majestic theatres, but The State Theatre is now a church, and we couldn’t go in because a religious service was in progress.
We were able to go inside The Globe, but not through the front, through the back alley. The once proud front of this theatre has been, like almost all the theatres along this block, converted to businesses. But the rear half, the actual theatre, is still there, with the side boxes, the sweeping balconies, and the hanging scene changer to cover the stage. The theatre is now a nightclub called 740 (740la.com).
We were able to not only about to go inside the club, but climb down, underneath the stage and the dance floor, to what was once the orchestra pit. The pit is just a concrete box, with one wall in a gentle curve, and a few pieces of graffiti. It’s claustrophobic inside, because it’s covered with the new dance floor. But looking through a hole in the wall, is the old sloped floor of the original theatre, that was once full of people watching the golden age of Hollywood.

As we walked south on Broadway, passing theater after theatre, Larry regaled us with interesting facts and beautiful photographs of the theatres we could not enter.
“When the theatres were built (usually between 1910 to 1931) they were not allowed to have these huge marquees, so they had blade signs, the tall thin signs hanging off the side of the building. The awnings came later.â€

“There were street cars that went up and down 7th street, and up and down Broadway, so that intersection was the focus of the theatre district. That was where everything was happening. As we get farther away from that intersection the theatres were less and less successful.â€
“Here in the back of the Tower Theatre,†as we stood in the alley behind Broadway, “see that hole in the wall?†And high up, in the middle of the rear wall, was a rectangular hole, “That’s where they cut the hole to fit the speaker when the first talkies came out.â€
“On the first night, the first act at the State Theatre, a girl by the name of Francis Gump performed. Does anyone one know who she became?†A redheaded lady, who was with us on the tour, knew the answer: Judy Garland.

This row of beautiful, majestic and dilapidated theatres is completely out of tune with the shops selling cheap items and covered in metal shutters up and down this street.
But the restoration of Broadway is beginning. A few of the theatres have been restored, or are being restored. The famous Clifton’s Restaurant –where we met before heading out on the tour- is beginning a restoration.
And Larry said there was talk of putting streetcars back on Broadway, and maybe even closing it down for pedestrian traffic only, like the 3erd Street Promenade in Santa Monica.
“That would be great.†One of my fellow tourees chimed in.

Wild Flowers on the San Merrill Trail in the San Gabriel Mountains above Alta Dena.

Globe Gilia
Gilia capitata

(Orange?) bush monkeyflower
Mimulus aurantiacus


Indian paintbrush
Castilleja


Lacy Phacelia
Phacelia tanacetifolia

Deerweed
Lotus scoparius

Globe Gilia
Gilia capitata

Golden Yarrow
Eriophyllum confertiflorum

Prickly Phlox
Leptodactylon californicum
Wild Flowers on the San Merrill Trail in the San Gabriel Mountains above Alta Dena.

Orange bush monkeyflower
Mimulus aurantiacus


Golden Yarrow
Eriophyllum confertiflorum





Red larkspur
Delphinium nudicaule


Red larkspur
Delphinium nudicaule
The hills of California are blooming.
All of the flowers, 31 pictures in all, over the next three posts, were taken on the bottom half of the San Merrill trail, [link to my blog post on hiking this trail], just above the city of Alta Dena.
I have done my best to name some of the flowers, but I am not a botanist and some I could not find.
If you know the names, please tell me so I can update this post.

Dandelion
Taraxacum officinale

Mustard
Hirschfeldia incana

Mustard
Hirschfeldia incana


California Poppy
Eschscholzia californica

Yellow Star-Thistle
Centaurea solstitialis



Prickly Pear Cactus
Opuntia engelmannii

Phacelia
(I counted 235 variations on this flower and could not decide on which specific variation was this flower)

Spanish Broom
Spartium junceum (syn. Genista juncea)
Beth Israel is a packed cemetery. Full of concrete and stones.
There is no grass, no open green land, this is a cemetery of a city. Where rows of concrete rectangles sit line after line after line. Like neat row houses standing next to each other up a crowded street.
There were two things that I had not noticed in cemeteries before. One was the small stones on the grave.
I asked a couple friends why stones were placed on the graves, and they said that it was a marker to show that they had been there, a statement that they still remembered the dead. But they didn’t know why it had started, so I went looking, and found a couple different reasons, I don’t know which one is true, or if all of them are.
The first reason is that a long time ago grave markers were piles of stones, when visiting the grave it was customary to leave a stone on the marker, to build it higher, and to remember the person gone.
The second reason is that an alter, in the Bible, to worship God, was originally a pile of stones, so there is a tradition of a pile of stones being holy, and a good thing to have around.
The last reason is to hold the soul down, to keep it from getting up and wandering around, to keep it from haunting the living.
The second thing I found different about the cemetery is the way the head stones face. Or should I say, the way the writing on the headstones face. In the cemeteries I usually see, the writing of the headstone stands above and looks down on the body. For example, when walking about a cemetery, to read the engraving, you need to stand at the persons feet.
In this cemetery the writing faces the other way. It faces away from the body.








Beth Israel is a tiny cemetery just east of Downtown Los Angeles.
On the entrance gate was a small sign advertising headstone replacement photographs.
There are a number of headstones that have photographs mounted near the top. They look like over-sized lockets.
There is something beautiful and haunting about the faces looking out from the stone.
Sadly the reason for the photograph replacement service is vandalism. I do not know for a fact that is was vandals who went down one row of headstones and smashed each face. But it is the only obvious conclusion. I now have anger at the vandals pointlessness, stupidity and anger.
Sadly anger begets anger.
But here are a few of the faces, looking out from Beth Israel headstones.







-Abstract Los Angeles- is my randomly wandering project of the infinite streets of this Metropolis, clicking at my shutter button, noting the details hidden and the obvious available.
Today’s installment is about faces. They are everywhere.

Jesus looks out from a wall of an alley, near the garment district.

On Hollywood Blvd. a wig looks out on the passing world.

Such a happy man on Lake Blvd, Pasadena.

At city hall in Pasadena.

Luchadores await a hidden face on Olvera Street.
I thought that the Peterson was the only Los Angeles automotive museum.
I was wrong.
Hidden away in the San Fernando Valley, in a nondescript building, in a nondescript neighborhood, sits a free museum with some of the most beautiful cars I have ever seen.
From Packards to Cadillacs.
From a Minerva to a Diana.
From a flock of Rolls Royces to a cute little Austin America.
And arguably one of the most beautiful cars ever made, the 1937 Talbot-Lago.
It is called the Nethercutt Museum, after J.B. Nethercutt, who was one of the co-founders of Merle Norman Cosmetics.
The central hall is open most days, but don’t forget to book a reservation ahead of time to see the rest of the Museum.
http://nethercuttcollection.org/Home.aspx
While there, I took some photographs of the hood ornaments:

1953 Pierce-Arrow 53/sedan

1937 Packard 1507, Twelve, Fifteen Series.

1928 Chrysler 72/Sport Roadster

1936 Hupmobile The Six-Series 618G

1930 Rolls-Royce Phantom II

1928 Diana The Light Straight 8

1937 Lincoln K, Twelve/Berline

1938 Cadillac, Series 90

1932 Cadillac 355-B

1928 Pontiac The New Series Six, 6-28

1930 Packard 745, Deluxe Eight
Bread
Butter
Cheese
Victory!
Each year a whole slew of competitors and eaters come together for the
http://grilledcheeseinvitational.com/
A seriously lighthearted affair, all for the love of my favorite comfort food.
Here are a few photographs:









Wandering through the spring-time mountains and hills of Los Angeles.







