I am a transplant to LA since 1978, but have lived here longer than I have lived anywhere else. I suppose I am a native now. My story is that I am a love child conceived in the tullies between Tijuana and San Diego by two native Angelenos. I think the love of LA and the love of the unconventional, was somehow planted in my DNA.
I’m not kidding when I say that I can pass by the same place several times a week in LA and see it differently each time. I am always surprised by its beauty, spiritual calling and places of subtle ritual. Today I went through the 2nd Street Tunnel going east and it was such a magical experience, that I had to take pictures. It was raining, the cars were all of a suddenly at a stand still. I ended up in the middle of the tunnel with red break-lights illuminating the white tiles that line the tunnel.
See what I see:
