It's not at all easy to choose between the close-up or the in situ view of this improbably pink cabbage, growing in a front yard on Griffith Park Boulevard.
We're already feeling that we need a change in walking routes, around here: in Eldorado there's always the changing sky, but although it grew cloudy this afternoon here, that's no compensation for the spectacular in New Mexico. Our one venture into Griffith Park itself was a little unnerving, thanks to the unhoused and the hordes of Unmasked (here on the streets, at least one can, and does, hop into the road to avoid the latter, whereas the GP trails are narrower). On the other hand, the hills are steeper here: that, and the flights of stairs in our house, probably keeps us fitter. And, truth be told, there's more variety when it comes to plants, and architecture ... but I miss all that space, which turns walks into spaces for thinking.
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