Day 2705: Ibid, indeed.

"ibid": junk mail collage, acrylic & digital.

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My parents moved to Hollywood when I was 6 months old, 

in search of the California dream. They had friends and 

relatives already there. Lured from the Indiana cold winters 

and snow to the land of fresh oranges, palm trees, and sunshine. 

I think a big percentage of our California population was lured 

by the Rose Parade, and by people watching on tv, 

with cold weather or snow outside?

At the corner of Riverside Drive and Los Feliz Boulevard 

in Los Feliz, spitting distance from the Los Angeles River, 

you’ll find a shrine to the “Father” of L.A.’s water system, 

William Mulholland – built approximately on the site 

where Mulholland once lived in a cabin, working as a 

water laborer (technically a ditch-tender) and 

taught himself to be a civil engineer. 

William Mulholland Memorial Fountain | Sandi Hemmerlein

From a little girl, I was always fascinated by a local landmark

the Jesus Fountain. They say I named it that when very young.

I didn't know it was the William Mulholland Memorial Fountain.

William Mulholland Memorial Fountain | Sandi Hemmerlein

From as long as I can remember, if we were even getting near the fountain, I would perk up and watch as we passed until it was out of sight. It's still there and when I'm near it's in the crosshairs.

Just because ...

Quetzal, Cartago

A smile for Monday ...