Reconnaissance…beyond the olive trees.

The corridor is happily overrun with families who’ve attended the Symphonies for children shindig at Disney hall or had Saturday music classes at Colburn.

Kids wilding as much as physically possible with big cello cases strapped to their backs out of the sightlines of the adults who’d tell them to slow down from a space of fear keyed to investment always tickled me.

It’s one of those ‘Not cold in the sun’ days up on Bunker Hill & the people watching splitting between the warm jacketfree citizens and cool-blooded bundled up denizens of LA is oddly soothing.