I love that there are no sidewalks here. That is the ACTUAL DIRT THAT LOS ANGELES IS BUILT ON.
You don’t see that stuff often.
The palm trees in this area were planted in rows lining many of the streets around 1910-1920. It’s cool to see them still here, and sucky when you see them get ripped out offhandedly for new housing developments. I know they’re just palm trees, and not historic, native oaks, but…still. Blah.
Check out this picture for some perspective on when the trees were planted. Yeah–see those wee trees? Same street. (The house in the 1912 photo was on the opposite side of the street about 100 feet north of this specimen.)
And that’s the SAME DIRT. I know. Crazy.
I like to squint my eyes and imagine the houses and open land layered on top of one another like a ghosted, double-exposed photograph, as time passes sped up, people walking by like quick little ants, building homes over the landscape, suns rising and setting, nights coming and going, the trees steadily growing through it all, moving slower than the rest, bending annually with the incident angle of the planet.
A close-up of our house specimen is here.