Despite being perfectly happy with living at ground level, the daily sight of the houses tucked in the hills, stirs a slight jealousy in me. Grass always seems greener. 

Closer to Griffith Park, the LA River looks somewhat wild and river-like. Here in Studio City there's zero attempt at creating any illusions. Sad. 

Sometimes happiness is a  $20 pasta lunch. 

Looking back at some pics I took on my commute. It seems that my view of the sunrise and the sunset is from my rearview mirror. Kinda sad. 

Taking a walk through the neighborhood, it feels very California to see orange trees in people's front yards. It reminds me that I'm lucky to live somewhere fruits, flowers and tree thrive all year long. 

 It's a Saturday at the local strip mall for a coffee and some groceries. Such mundane activities but sure beats being at work.