... lush with reeds and bullrushes...
...and populated by contented water fowl...
A stroll through the woods..
....with a rest on the low, curving branch of a eucalyptus tree...
Where? Los Angeles. After forty years of living in this city--and a lifetime for Ellie, the photographer today--it continues to surprise us. Franklin Canyon, where we took our long walk yesterday morning, is at the heart of greater Los Angeles, in the city of Beverly Hills. Enter either from the north, on Mulholland Drive, or from the south, on Coldwater Canyon. A great place to hike.
We had not intended to be here. We had intended to spend the weekend at our Laguna Beach cottage. What a disappointment! We drove down on Friday, thinking that now, finally, the place would be habitable, the kitchen ready for use. No such luck! We spent a couple of hours there, in consultation with the painter and the cabinet maker--then turned back and drove home to the city. Ah, well. Next week...
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