Night sky, Los Feliz
The palms against the sky, with their long long bodies and fright-wig fronds, always make me smile. I’m in California, I’ll think to myself. But these other trees, tall and tapered like soft serve, like a Dr. Seuss illustration, like something surreal—they really get to me. Their charming absurdity and their insistent presence in what can sometimes feel like an artificial environment—well, I just love it.