But, well- er- uhhh. Things came up, that's it! You always have to be careful of things, you know?- because- they- uh- come up. And, uh- oh, hell. I was just too damn lazy.
So I devised a brilliant, and just artistic as all get out plan B. I'd go for a walk down the railroad tracks near the house, and photograph the beauty hidden in plain sight. You know the spiel: if we all would just take the time out of our busy and hectic days, we'd see beauty everywhere, and appreciate how wonderful it all is despite the fact that the world is going to hell in a handbasket. So here it is folks. Complete with inspirational footnotes sprinkled here and there just to show you all that you too can find glory in a dump, if only you'd get your churlish head out of your ass and look for it. The beauty, that is- not your head.
This is it. The railroad easement between Beach Boulevard, and First Avenue. This place is just loaded with hidden potential.
You have to keep in mind that the LA/Orange County megaburb is the ultimate urban driving environment on the planet, and the nearest real dirt road is hundreds of miles away from here. That's why SUV's and four wheel drive trucks are so popular. People want to let you know that they're really just country folk trapped in the city. And whenever there's rain, there's hard-to-get mud to be found near the tracks. What better way to authenticate your country road street cred than by driving around in a mud spattered vehicle? They come from miles around to this little stretch of unpaved path to get their supply.
The Loch Ness Rabbit makes a rare appearance
Yaaarrrggghh. Here be monsters. Tread with trepidation all ye who walk these paths.