Returning

I know, strange choice, beginning a photography blog with a poorly taken image but it is the beginning. I am from Los Angeles but I didn’t grow up there. At age three my mother moved to Paris taking us with her. My brothers and I then spent our childhood shuttled as unaccompanied minors between our mom in Paris and our dad in Los Angeles.  In the early 1980’s the smog was so bad in LA that if you landed during the day you couldn’t see the city until you descended through its brown haze.  At night it can be stunning but during the day it isn’t a breath-taking city to fly over. I remember looking out the window on my childhood approaches and boiling over with excitement.  The smoggy, ill-planned city below hid my dad, my grandparents, our nanny, my best friend, Disneyland, Toys “R” Us, sunshine and basically everything childhood dreams are made of. Because we only saw our dad on school holidays my childhood impression of Los Angeles was really truly a wonderland where the most taxing thing was what shape your day-dreams would take. 
So here it is -my first view of Los Angeles without a return ticket.