Viewed from north and south perspectives of the street, these Highland Park utility boxes were found abruptly transformed one morning on Figueroa, at Ave. 50. Who is this mystery artist, who knows firsthand the viciousness of wolves and the playfulness of coyotes and skunks? Please step forward so I can tell you how much I like your work. (note: panther, which appeared earlier at Ave. 51, was drawn by an artist at Franklin, the local high school.) Could it be the same person? I doubt it, but what do you think?
This is what I love about Highland Park; it always surprises, and lately it's been surprising a lot.
What else surprises? A daughter who comes home for a week, spends most of it away with friends, and leaves only the scent of her coconut shea butter moisturizer behind. AS IT SHOULD BE! (I keep telling myself...) I already miss her. We had a lovely tea in the garden with her superlative, talented friends— and admiring, superlative moms— before she left, and that will hold me, at least for awhile.
Maya with best friends Frankie, Theresa and Lucy