Lot’s happening in Los Angeles. I arrive there and Michael Jackson dies the next day. So does Farrah. It’s strange to be in the same city when these activities take place.
But for me Los Angeles is where my dear friend Yvonne lives. We have been friends since the third grade and I have been staying at her house in West L.A. It’s been a time to take care of some mundane stuff: the laundry, car check and paying bills. I did, however, manage to get in a couple of really spectacular museums.
The LACMA (Los Angeles Museum of Art) is a group of buildings, each one holding many treasures of art. One of the grooviest (bad pun when you see the photo) exhibits was not necessarily the art or artifacts but how they were displayed. After being mesmerized by the sheer genius of the design I found the information about how it was created. It was the work of a really talented L.A. sculptor. The exhibit housed Latin American art and artifacts through the ages.
LACMA was a real treat with many famous painters and recognizable art. I couldn’t take photos of the art by Picasso, Miro, Rothko, Noguchi, etc. but all my favorite modern artists had work shown.
Next to LACMA was the famed LaBrea tar pits. Smelly and really interesting how is sits in the middle of Los Angeles. The pits smell because of the methane gases bubbling up to the suface through really black mirky stuff. The photos show some of the mammals whose fossil remains were found here. It’s amazing how many tons of fossils have been recovered.