GRIFFITH PARK, of late, has seen its share of rehab. Years-long piping projects, closed roads, a labyrinth of orange-cone detours and all manner of patience-testing “improvements.” Still we Angelenos find our place within it. Some corners of the park, however, look like they haven’t been touched for decades. A set-piece of their own. Others have miraculously naturally renewed following the devastating fire of May 2007 which destroyed 800 acres of land. For months the air was smeared with the scent of carbon.
Lately, we’ve been spotting more fauna wandering through boldly. A good thing.
This is a small sampling of the mix of “urban/wild” I collected this past Sunday on the side along Interstate 5.