Saturday, June 23, 2012
Greetings From Laurel Canyon
Now ensconced in Laurel Canyon, after noisy neighbors drove us out of the Tijunga Village home. Cars roar by pretty much non-stop on Laurel Canyon Boulevard, but my giant picture window where I'm typing this faces out onto a gorgeous glade - - dragon flies, lizards, bouganvilla, and even a bubbling brook make themselves at home on this hillside property. And the birds. They cast some kind of weird hypnotic spell every morning making it harad to snap out of it, go in the house and do the daily writing gigs.