Day Twelve

Day 12, 2013 

Hollywood locks on the entry of a now closed up tunnel under Hollywood Boulevard across from the entrance to Barnsdall Art Park are a mystery. Today was a blustery day in Hollywood with those big old clouds that I've tried to capture in the ongoing thought rambling through here.  

I met a woman from Ireland at the gallery today who said that this weather was like shirt sleeve weather compared to the damp cold of Limerick. She's in town for an intensive week of an acting workshop and to explore California for the first time.  We found a common bond not only in Limerick (where the Sheehans come from) but also a tradition founded in The Lord of the Rings. 

The visitors at the LAMAG today were an eclectic bunch.  A lovely gallery owner, Tobey Moss, was visiting with her husband with a group from  or was it sponsored by... the Skirball. It's such a pleasure to meet artists and others who seem to truly appreciate what LOST (in L.A.) is about.  

Another bonus is the view from Olive Hill when we've had a spate of rain and there are residual clouds being pushed all over the sky.  Sunset with Century City or is it Park LaBrea in the distance?  is just spectacular as a middle aged guy coaxes his Jack Russell Terrier to fetch a pint sized Frisbee.