In retrospect this outfit could probably have used some tights...
My will to find something legitimate to do tonight kind of deteriorated throughout the day until around 10 pm when I finally decided to take myself out of the equation entirely and hoped in my car. The rest of the evening was spent wandering the backroads of southern California until I came across a location where radio stations and all other signs of civilization ceased to exist. I can’t really say where this non-place was since my driving decisions were guided more by the strength of the sage-y smell wafting off the roadside shrubbery and the apparent likelihood of the encountering an RV park than anything logical or remotely sane. Honestly though, I think I’ve been searching for a place like that ever since I moved down to L.A. and found myself inundated with urban-ness, so I just had to get out of my car and commit to memory the depth of blackness of a night devoid of street lights or buildings or the reflected city-light glow that hangs endlessly in the L.A. air as well as how infinitesimal all everything can feel when it’s dark and you’re alone and the ground’s flat and seems to go one forever.
On a completely unrelated train of thought, I’m borderline amazed at how uninhibited I’ve become when it comes to taking photos of myself in public. When I first started this blog, I think I felt at least a little trepidatious about standing in front of a tripod and posing egotistically, but I now do it pretty much unabashedly on a daily basis. That is until this shoot when a curmudgeon-y elderly man tried to shoo me off the street with a broom claiming that my picture-taking was defiling the church in the distant background. Needless to say, proceeding photographing efforts will be approached with a bit more caution for the foreseeable future.