Yesterday was an epic driving day, spanning practically all of Los Angeles County from north to south. Naturally, it had to be rush hour on my way from Valencia to LAX, where I was picking up my dad. Stop and go on the 405 — two hours — I suppose it could have been worse. I took the opportunity for a little roadside documentation. (Maybe something of an unconscious homage to the artist Ruben Ochoa, whose work I’ve been touring for kids at the museum.)
After waiting out the rest of rush hour with dinner in Manhattan Beach, we made the 40 minute drive to my halfbrother’s in Orange County. He and his wife gave us tea and offered us beautifully peeled and sliced apples in their kitchen, where we stood around the counter top island and chatted. And then it was time for me to make the (28.7 mile) drive home.
