On account of being pregnant, Karen is only allowed to fly through the end of this month-- so we decided to spend ten days out in Los Angeles. She was pretty busy with family stuff, so I had a lot of time to do my thing: hit the museums, look for streetart, go on a ton of hikes, and drive around aimlessly for hours. I read somewhere that when Garry Winograd moved to LA from NYC at the end of his life, he basically lost it, and ended up taking thousands of rolls of film that he never developed. Something about the sun and the endless streets stretching to nowhere deranged him. I'm not saying I know exactly how he felt-- but if your whole visual system grows up in one place, it's not so easy to take pictures when you're someplace new.