Flashback Friday to a phot I took of a violinist not named Lindsey Stirling or Hilary Hahn or Rachel Barton Pine. . . mostly because I’ve never had the opportunity to shoot them.
This is Lili Haydn, at the pavilion in McArthur Park, just west of downtown Los Angeles. I remember it was on my birthday, but I don’t remember the year. I just love her interplay with Romeo the drummer.
After the visit to Arlington Garden that I blogged about last week I decided to go further north to one of my favorite Mexican restaurants, and for the first time go behind Huntington Hospital rather than the usual Fair Oaks route. I was amazed that in the span of three blocks there was so much gawking to be had.
The famous fork in the road. Read about it, seen photos. Life complete.
Considering my preferences for what is commonly known as weak tea, I’d better not go in there.
How libraries start out.
So it took me two and a half weeks to get through the over 500 photos of the concert, in a new and dark venue with a ton of tech difficulties. Maybe that’s why. . .
She really thinks she’s a unicorn
Too much alcohol or band out of tune
Someone forgot the lyrics
Somewhere in Liverpool in the 60s. . .
Shannon Hurley pretending to be Ben
Ben Eisen pretending to be Shannon
Took a while to get them done, but here’s the highlights from the show on November 7th.
Tisa’s little buddy
J.C. Hyke aka Mister Damocles
Proud symbol of Arcadia
Or at least my favorite-shaped island, somewhere between Vancouver Island and the Canadian mainland.