There's this pedestrian bridge across the 110 connecting Chinatown to Elysian Park and Dodger Stadium that feels, like a lot of places in the old core of L.A., as though it springs from another time. Took these pictures today, while I'm back in town taking care of business.
On one side there is the "old Chinatown" and on the other there are shabby boarded-up buidlings saved somehow from the razing of Chavez Ravine. The freeway rumbles underneath, a river of blasting air. In the middle, layers upon layers of crude tags. 12 in a triangle is apparently not as good as 13:
In the midday hot haze of October, it's nice, ain't it?
