The banks of the L.A. flood control channel (the wash) near my house were bare years ago, so we had a birds eye view of cement, piping, and other unappealing apparatuses. Close to twenty-five years ago my dad planted a handful of trees to give us—and the people in the neighborhood—something prettier to look at. Some of them are nearly fifty feet tall now.
Anyway, the Ginkgo tree got boring when I was chasing the wind today. So, I changed my direction and took this from our porch. I guess it looks like a hodgepodge of leaves, but I think the colors are awesome—and somewhere on the other side of that hole in the middle is the wash. Sure beats staring at a bunch of concrete!