I’ve been spending more and more time away from Mars and more time in this dusty city by the sea they call Los Angeles. Both places have a lot in common. They are both hollowed-out, dry dust bowls that glow pink and red when the sun hangs just so in the sky. They are both full of aliens. Some say they are both far-out.
I woke up last Saturday to a bleached out day, took my camera to the Santa Monica Pier and snapped off into that familiar sun. Larger from here than it is from home and much brighter, much warmer. I had to take some photos for my scrap book. Things here are so strange…
