It is a photo I'd find of interest had it been taken anywhere, but my interest is increased by the fact that it was taken along the road which, mere decades alter, was the busy main boulevard of the suburban area of Los Angeles where I grew up. In fact, I have no doubt that my birth is now farther in the past than the day this picture was taken was when I was born. The changes to the place during my lifetime have been far less than were the changes during those decades between my childhood memories and the photo's frozen moment.
But no more for now. I get the feeling I'm already writing an introductory section to a future entry, and I want to save these thoughts for that.
Oh, and here it is April 1st, and I haven't gone to see what dumb prank Brad has pulled this year. I've got gray dawn approaching, beads of water clinging to the still unopened buds on the mulberry tree, and much chirping of birds. And the beginning of daylight saving time is Sunday, isn't it? Gack! I can't afford to lose that hour of sleep!