It was just a couple of days. Saturday and Sunday are just like any other day, really. With the exception of not receiving mail or the inability to walk into my local Bank of America branch, which I never do no matter what day it is, what’s the difference?
This weekend was one of particular laziness. A degree of laziness and lethargy that I hadn’t experienced in quite some time. The weather was gorgeous. I should have gone hiking. I watched more television on Saturday than I have in the last month. I ate a lot of candy and slipped in and out of sugar comas. I fell asleep watching “Pulp Fiction” and woke up to a documentary on Alan McGee, founder of Creation Records. Drifting off towards the end of that, Holly woke me up wanting some exercise and dinner.
After a walk with Holly and subsequent feeding, I layed back down on the sofa, flipped through the entire channel lineup, read the latest issue of NME, read some of The Amazing Adventures of Kavalier & Clay, and then drifted off again. When I woke up I was exhausted from being exhausted.
I love photographing Los Angeles at night. It was nearly midnight and I decided to drive to the Hollywood Hills for a nice panoramic view of the city to photograph. I gathered the camera and tripod, gassed up the vehicle and headed for the hills.
A friend once took me to a clearing in the hills that was perfect for such a thing. I couldn’t remember exactly where it was, but I had a pretty good idea. About an hour later, after passing the same houses over and over, with little to show for my late night jaunt to photograph the city, I decided to go back home. On my way home I thought perhaps I would sneak into Runyon Canyon and just take some photos from there, but that would have been too much effort. I was so disappointed (and lazy).
It was nice to get out of the apartment for a while, drive around and listen to music. There’s something quite charming about driving around Hollywood at night, looking at the people in the cars next to you and snapping some photos along the way.
Sunday wasn’t that much different, no matter how hard I tried to make it so. I did take Holly to the Mulholland dog park, which she always enjoys, despite the fact she never plays with other dogs. She just hovers around me and takes it all in. I wonder where she learned that.
