The Recap No One Asked For
At the Japantown stop, it is immediately apparent who is going to or has just left the LAABF. Spotting them is even easier than my airport game “who’s waiting for the flight back to Portland”.
A big stage and a perpendicular line of food trucks kettle the LAABF people towards the aperture of the fair. One glum dude at one door clicks a clicker when you go in. Another glum dude at another door clicks a clicker when you go out. …
The other night, I passed a yellow fire hydrant bathed in the now-endangered orange glow of a sodium vapor streetlight. The chunky-edged, heavily-painted surface of the fireplug would be a great entry in an ongoing catalog I kept of objects and buildings with that certain chunk to them. I had my iPhone with me, of course, but I hesitated. Something impeded the natural flow from the imagining of an image to its light capture, and I wondered what it was. …
