The city shimmers in the distance, seducing me with hope, beckoning me down the yellow brick road. An optical phenomenon, vertical stacks - the Legoland of LA LA Land...a facade from which to broadcast my dreams. I found my motor city.
Today the sky was clear but hazy...hardly any clouds, yet something was missing - the horizon... the mountains were completely disguised by a low layer of something...maybe smog, maybe marine layer... I couldn't help thinking about how painters flock to Paris or Amsterdam to paint. Something about the light... I can see how the light and the sky in Los Angeles inspires other kinds of artists - the clothing designers, textile designers and costume designers. Today's sky was a perfect ombre, light to dark, with the darkest "ring" being the low level layer preventing me from seeing the mountains. the part of the sky that was clear had thin cloud like matter spread across it like lace or an ombre tie dye pattern. I found my motor city.
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