The man in the cherry picker is wielding the same implement as the Grim Reaper, but he’s the polar opposite, both in appearance and in function. This man in white is giving the palm trees at Sixth and Santa Monica a manicure. He leans way over and hacks off large fronds , letting them crash to the ground many feet below.
If the fronds remain on the ground long enough, dogs come over and pee on them. I don’t know why dogs love to pee on palm fronds. You’d have to ask the dogs.
The trees look impeccable. The dogs are happy. Two of the City’s most important constituencies. For a brief time at Sixth and Santa Monica, harmony reigns.