Hannibalistic Crossings

There's probably only 10% of Angelino Heights, the historic hilltop enclave where I live, that I haven't covered on foot. I bit a chunk out of that 10% today with a run along Bellevue and Boylston. I connected a couple of previously disconnected points in my mental map.

I wasn't expecting to get spat out onto Sunset but that's what happened. Short of ideas, I just stayed with it. Through its Cesar Chavez reincarnation; all the way to the river. And, instead of turning right and skulking through the railyards between 1st, 4th and 6th, I turned left and ran through the flag-waving windscreen repairmen and car undertakers of Mission.

A mechanical elephant is the perfect metaphor for this automotive zoo of an area.

I crossed back over the river along Main, which was a first. Unlike the many ghostly, asphalt-embedded freight tracks south of Union Station, the railroad crossings here feel live and dangerous.

After the river, I made for the breathing space of Los Angeles State Historic Park (nee The Cornfield).

I finished up by contemplating the logistics of a window chessboard of Chinatown graffiti.

And a solo white stiletto on Sunset that hinted at a sexual crime.