L.A. Observatory

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(first impressions of the evening view from Griffith’s Observatory)

The view seizes my breath As I glimpse this city’s too vast soul. The sky is a gauze, bathed by photons, Washing out the distant raging stars, With a net of rising light, Cast by fifteen million souls. The earthbound constellations glimmer through ozone. They ignite and die in a clicking of switches. The ground seethes and shimmers And the Universe, upstaged, is devoid of stars.

Why am I not surprised? After all, This is L.A.

A thread of gently falling stars is strung across my eye. A queue of Boeings, Sparse along the border of quiescent heaven and boiling earth. Each mote of light is three hundred lives. Like me, they await their immersion in a sea of bright and seething light.

A stunning video of Nightfall over Los Angeles (By Colin Rich)