I shot a series of photos on Washington Blvd today, east of Downtown. It’s a long street, going from industrial East L.A. County all the way to the ocean. This is the first chunk I’m shooting.
A lot of Southern California is industrial. A lot of other Southern California is where industrial workers live. It’s not spoken of much.
More photos from today are in my photo set on Flickr.
The clues grow more obscure and ominous each day. This latest confounds me. A photo of a photo: why? The chicken man is presented as a familiar character, in a cheerful pose. The blurriness and stiff pose are uneasy, though. It’s unheimlich somehow, more Wicker Man than Chicken Run.
I see no record of chicken-suited performers locally. Perhaps this is a forgery or a prank. But again I am drawn back to the ritual pose of that photo. Who or what is behind that mask? Am I… is anyone! meant to know?
Tomorrow I will again brave the University’s archives. Chicken Man’s unexplained presence demands answers. Menace or not, he will give up his secrets.
NB 405 going through Westminster, iirc. I love politicalmobiles.
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THAT’S JUST SUPER
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How to get rear ended by a 90 year old vet. What was this guy THINKING?
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I was a toddler, and my family had just moved into this neighborhood. I don’t think anything remains that you can see in this picture.
The Mesa Theatre is visible on the right at 19th street there.
The Teacher of the Year awards were handed out today, and the newspaper had a series of heartwarming photos of teachers being awarded, congratulated, etc. In this picture a teacher has been awarded, and is being hugged. But something is terribly wrong.
Seagulls, as you know, never falter, never stall. To stall in the air is for them disgrace and it is dishonour. But Jonathan Livingston Seagull, unashamed, stretching his wings again in that trembling hard curve - slowing, slowing, and stalling once more - was no ordinary bird.
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