It's amazing how different a color picture and a black and white picture can drastically change a mood. I've been trying to be more observant and appreciative of all the cool architecture around here. Especially since so much of it is getting torn day. Why L.A.? Why? I know it's not you. It's these people - the changers. I know it's this idea that NEW is better. I realize they just don't know how well made some of these buildings are. It's strange too - because so many people who live in L.A. aren't from here. Some are from places where history is important. But then they back up a decision to tear down these beautiful awesome buildings and homes. It's weird. I don't understand it.
This is a really cool building. It's on a street with lots of trees - so it's in the dark a lot. But look at the difference between color and black and white. They each tell a different story. What do you see?
I took the picture quickly - because I don't know what's behind the curtain to those windows. What if someone was looking at me? I'm not trying to be intrusive - I'm admiring. So I took it quickly and left. But when I got home and uploaded the picture, I saw so much more. Look at that yellow flower - that just gives a pop of color. The green on the leaves - just beautiful. The character in the windows. I think it's so cool how that stick - actually - it's a skinny trunk of a tree - which looks like it climbs up the building. And then - I turned off the color - and this building turned into a castle - dark and mysterious. Oooooh……I really noticed the shadows on the wall and the way it looks to the right of the building - like you go under a bridge of trees. I noticed the wetness on the ground and on the dirt. It's very cool.
I have seen the guy who owns this building. He walks around and collects all the garbage cans on the block - keeping the streets cleaner. He's always looking around and trying to be of service. I know a friend of mine was out walking one day - and she got a whole speech about exercise - and what is the right exercise to do. I haven't met him. It's weird. I've lived in this neighborhood for so long - I've seen him- heard things about him - but I don't know him. But you know what? I like it that way. I have my own story for him. I hope - if he saw me - he knew I was appreciating his cool building.
So what to do you see? Tell me. Tell me.