I don’t have much to say right now, so I decided to post some pictures I took during a recent walk through L.A.’s Griffith Park, my favorite park.
A stature of Griffith J. Griffith, who donated the land that became the park. Griffith was a Welsh immigrant. (Only a Welshman would have the same first and last name.) Griffith served as an officer in the Union Army during the Civil War. Although Griffith was a generous philanthropist, he was not a good person. He once shot his wife, severely injuring her.
A miniature railway line. I remember riding on this when I was a kid.
The engineer (standing to the right) was a very nice person. He waited for me while I went to get a ticket. (It was the last ride of the day.) I wonder how you get a job like this.
Many old Westerns and science fiction B-movies were shot in Griffith Park, which perhaps explains why I always get a feeling of deja vu when I come here.
The Verdugo Mountains
Which way did they go?
Downtown Los Angeles at sunset.
From the top of Mount Hollywood looking towards the Sand Fernando Vally.
Starting back down from the top.
On the way down, I saw a coyote. (Alas, it was too dark to photograph him.) He and I looked at each other for about thiry seconds, then he trotted away.
I came out of the park a few miles from where I entered. I had a long walk home, but it was worth it.
The Spanish Prisoner 
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