August 2008

FLIGHT FROM THE DESERT

August 9, 2008

This town, these hills, this climate–it’s all drying up. A walk through Elysian Park raises clouds of dust, and Griffith Park is a lunar landscape a year after the big fire. Only our cosmic friend Jimson Weed seems to be implacably flourishing. The town to which we flee on Sunday, Dublin and points north, is [...]

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