A winter stroll provides a chance to get a sense of place where this vast wet wilderness meets the land.
Exploring ruins give me a sense of connection to those before me, of being a part of the stream of humanity. But I connect with ghosts.
Pick a walk through a natural habitat and hike it once a month for a year. You’ll never have the same walk twice.
Every forest is a graveyard.
Besides city views and apex predators, there is also show biz!
So far all the plants have survived with the exception of the island morning glory dug up by my co-gardener, Rocky the dog. Even the native grasses he ate grew back fine.
Not far from the L.A. coastline, at the corner of Lincoln and Jefferson is a small marsh.