It seems strange that we demonstrated for science … isn’t it the foundation of modern life … likening the march to demonstrating in favor of food or water or oxygen?
Nonetheless, thousands of us converged on DTLA, riding buses, the metro, carrying signs, props, even costumes. Signs of the day: “No science, no internet,” “No plague? That’s Science.” But the very best: “No science, no BEER.”
I would add, “No science, no photography!” Armed with my Galaxy Mini S4 to document the event, it was hard to miss the humorous and sometimes witty flavor of the day. Still, too slow to boot up, my phone camera missed the raunchy cardboard cutout of President Trump. And because of my lack of height, I missed a gory, dripping sign that read “Even Zombies Love Brains.” (Everyone else’s heads covered the bottom word, Brains. )
Urban hikes in LA provide an opportunity to experience the geographical relationship between communities and the city center. This time, we started from the basin floor at Echo Park Lake, a large, manicured urban pond stocked with coots, rental boats and floating lilies.
As in all parts of Los Angeles, Echo Park is surrounded by hills where bedroom communities were built with staircases that residents would descend to catch the streetcars (the Red Car system.) Although the advent of automobile culture ended the rail system by the l950’s, the stairways remain.
We climbed staircases on both sides of the lake, finding graffiti, spectacular views of DTLA, the ever-present freeways, and then stumbled upon gorgeous Victorian mansions at the top of Angelino Heights.
The best part? After some four or five miles of tromping up and down the old staircases, lunch at Taix was just a block away from Echo Park!
Word to the wise: the weekend after Labor Day is perfect for a trip to the Getty Center…the weather was cooler than it’s been in a long time and the crowd was so thin that the interminable summer lines were gone. There was no jostling in the galleries, zero waiting in the ladies’ restroom!
Although there is a walking path from the parking lot to the Getty Center campus, the Saturday trekkers chose to ride the tram that lifted us from the urban stresses of the valley to the world of art at the top of the hill.
For this photographer the combination of exhibits this month was a treat…starting with a romp through photo history via 19th century French photography. It included larger-than-life portraits created by contemporary photographer, Richard Learoyd, in his room-sized camera obscura. His use of a camera 0bscura not only paid homage to the early history of photography but gave him an opportunity to refer to some of the figurative art displayed in “London Calling.” In that exhibit, I found two favorite themes: figurative art with a psychological twist and urban landscapes.
A few pictures, with apologies for my phone camera that gets fidgety in low light:
From a series, “Black Triptychs,” Bacon and his long time lover, George Dyer. It was painted in the months following his suicide. The mid panel was inspired by Edweard Muybridge’s photographs of wrestlers.
Photographed in his room sized camera obscura.