Holy the solitudes of skyscrapers and pavements! Holythe cafeterias filled with the millions! Holy themysterious rivers of tears under the streets!Holy the lone juggernaut! Holy the vast lamb of themiddle class! Holy the crazy shepherds of rebell-ion! Who digs Los Angeles IS Los Angeles!– Allen Ginsberg
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- Relax. Never Push.
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- And button your willow.
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- We’re shooting the cow again.
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- The bonsai guy has reclaimed his corner.
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- The house still stands.
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- An orange muscle car has just fueled up at Gas War.
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- We were playing Klezmer. These guys didn’t look Jewish.
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- I still haven’t been to the Cowboy Memorial.
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- Or the cemetery in Tehachapi.
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- Or properly photographed the S.S. Minnow.
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- Because the Mojave calls.
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- With Frog Balls.
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- Driving in the desert.
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- What would it be like to live here.
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- What would I do?
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- A pink Comet at sunset holds a clue?
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- I can’t stand Vegas, but the future is Vegas.
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- The future is lopsided and sideways or maybe upside down.
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- An industrial church harbors no secrets.
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- My dreams do though.
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- Purify. Breathe. Look within.
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- The road holds answers.
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- Keep both hands on the wheel.
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- Sacred cows under sunset rays are holy, but also will not tell.
Troy looks like he’s about to bust a muscle in that one shot…
I especially like the trailer in the pines and the “Gar Age.” I DO wish you would stop one time and photo and talk to the Bonsai Guy.