Yup, that’s me, age 7, with my very first Kodak Brownie, just outside Brooklyn’s Prospect Park. Always rumpled, shirts untucked, my chronic shlumpiness drove the parents crazy. The bow tie they insisted I wear drove me crazy. Photo, 1957.
Okay, kids, it’s time for a quick tour of Los Angeles through the lens of my trusty camera.
On Robertson Boulevard, not far from Casa Avrech, there’s an ordinary gas station. I often pull in and pump gas here. But this location is not so ordinary. The underground storage tanks are crowned with elegant, color kissed steel caps. Gassing up is, for yours truly, like a trip to a museum of contemporary art.
I was on my way to a meeting with my agent at a restaurant on La Cienega Boulevard when I spotted an outdoor stairway. It was high noon. The sun blazing straight down. Maybe the worst time to take a photo—the light is harsh, unforgiving—but the shadow of the handrail imprinted a hypnotic zig-zag pattern on the steps. I like the desaturated color and the brutal texture of the concrete.
Strolling along Pico Boulevard, I walked by a store I’ve passed like a zillion times. But this time I stopped because my eye fastened on the contrasting textures and shapes—I really like the half moon over the knob—of the security gate. Looking through the lens I managed to catch the reflection of a synagogue across the street.
Not too long ago I had to order a new Rx for my glasses. Without them I am close to blind. Parking behind the optometrist’s office on Santa Monica Boulevard, I noticed a blur of blue off in the distance. I donned my new glasses, and whoa, that slab of blue—the side of a building—looked even crisper and more striking.
Welcome to Casa Avrech. Our Spanish style home was built in 1929. The Arts and Crafts inspired skylight—evidence of a more gracious period in Los Angeles home construction—is original to the house. We recently had it cleaned after years of neglect—it’s a real pain to access—and now the light pouring through is positively celestial.
Okay, we just knew this was coming from the man who spent over 20-years in Jeremiah Wright’s proudly Jew-hating church.
H/T Son-in-law #1
And look who’s been banished from the U.N. It’s time to dissolve that disgraceful institution. Oh wait, Obama’s pledged to donate even more money to that rat hole.
Karen and I wish all our friends and relatives a lovely and uplifting Shabbat.