I remember walking this block a few years ago and feeling sorry for this stump. I’d find myself thinking about it at odd times—the distended wood bulging out of the ornamental tree cage, the wrought iron slicing through its bark—and imagining how the tree met its untimely demise. As I discovered the other day, the sorry stump also captured the imagination of someone else, who decided to return it to its former glory (or at least an artist’s close approximation). To me, this is the ultimate urban commentary: it offers a temporary solution, a vision for the future of the street, and, depending on the time of day, even a little functional shade as the shadow of the “tree” creeps out to the side. I snapped a photo, and as I walked away, a man carrying a red Igloo cooler stopped where I had been standing. “I never saw that until now,” he said. “Thank you.”
Happy (belated) birthday, L.A.
Planet Fitness Downtown L.A.
California Science Center Blogging
Mac Arthur Park Crypto Jew Worship.
The days of the week always feel different. Sometimes, Thursdays feel like Fridays, and Sundays are too short.