Long distant memories of walks in the hills of The Valley on Sunday afternoons when I lived in LA. Weekends were islands of blessed relief between weeks of confusing, subsistence work done to keep a creative dream alive, a dream which ultimately died. The sun, the dusty paths, the views, the space, the other hikers all seem so long ago but if I think hard for a moment, I can still feel the fear of waking up on a Monday morning and facing an uncertain future.Tuesday, November 13, 2007
#128 walk in the hillls near Encino
Long distant memories of walks in the hills of The Valley on Sunday afternoons when I lived in LA. Weekends were islands of blessed relief between weeks of confusing, subsistence work done to keep a creative dream alive, a dream which ultimately died. The sun, the dusty paths, the views, the space, the other hikers all seem so long ago but if I think hard for a moment, I can still feel the fear of waking up on a Monday morning and facing an uncertain future.
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