Welcome to the blog of writer and musician Andrew Martin. Here I'll post original photographs and observations as I encounter the history and culture of the San Fernando Valley, the City of the Angels, Alta California and the far-flung Pacific Rim… but mostly the Valley.
Christmas cactus at Eastertide? Don’t be fooled, this gorgeous succulent blooms this week every year.
UPDATE: I found I snapped a shot with a hummingbird among the penstemon! Do look.
Drive-thru Vax II — the world’s New Folly!
At Dodgers Stadium…
Site of LA’s first cemetery! Much folly up there in all those ravines — not just the notorious Chavez.
Lunch after! Damon tries to show Janet how to read the “menu” — which is an app that keys to that little card on the table. Folly! Sheerest folly.
Penstemon
black sage
Caught a hummingbird!
Utter folly: she must keep hovering to sip, she must keep sipping to hover. At day’s end, what has she gained? Only tomorrow; another spring day to waste flitting the flowery fields. Girlfriend should work smarter, not harder. (Shewon’t, sigh.)What kind of fool am I? Ito, the flaneur of the motor court.
Clinging to his favorite sunny, fragrant nook by the thyme. Fool!
Any respectable View finds it hard being shut in, and the Valley Village View is no exception. Even the cats seem to long for the blooming sage of the San Gabriels, but seeing the peaks are shrouded with fog, they despair.
What with the rain and the coronavirus and all, the locked-in View can only take solace in the hiking memories of yesteryear. (The cats are on their own.)
A year ago, April 10, 2019, things were different. Remember, Patient Reader? You were there…. It was the Superbloom…we drove into the hills, and clambered up Big Tujunga Canyon. You’ve suppressed it; forgotten, but bring it back now, to soothe and heal. Who knows, maybe you’ll remember what we discovered that day about the CFP. Bask in the sunshine, inhale the fragrant spring breeze, feel the scratch of bracken on your itchy shins…
Sages for ages; sagebrush for rage-hush.
Filla you lunga
…inna Bigga Tujunga
The roadcut coming in. Chunks of this chic Art Deco black-and-pink rock
…lie all over the Valley floor.
I think these formations are what they call “sheeted dikes”
Folded up like an umbrella, and uplifted
Eriodictyon californicum, or yerba santa, cures respiratory ailments so well it’s called “consumptives’ weed.”
Black sage, S. mellifera
Below, a sage with flowers that are a vivd dark blue. It has basal leaves, rather than up and down the stalk; and the whole plant is slender and gracile. It took me a while, but I finally reckoned that this is CHIA, which is a true sage, Salvia columbariae. Who knew? Well, J.P. Harrington, for one, who recorded so much Chumash lore about chia as staple food and medicine, that Jan Timbrook of the Santa Barbara Natural History Museum wrote a fascinating paper on it.
Growing with the sage, California bluebells and clarkia
Phacelia campanularia
View now, deep into the middle canyon.
Penstemon
Virbinum dentata, which isn’t native here, but to the Southeast. I haven’t found any references to it in California. There was quite a bit of it in Big Tujunga. Invasive? But beautiful.
Ceanothus blooming like wisps of smoke
Ascending the ridge, fire has obviously taken a toll on the oaks. This huge survivor, clinging near the top of the canyon, anchors its own little woodland terrace, with sumac and sagebrush, and the trail itself, as dependents.
Old burnt boles, big as boulders, and massive trunk sections, some broken, some saw-cut, litter the willow-thickets lower down in the canyon.
View of the east wall as you climb the west ridge.
Yucca whipplei, ‘Our Lord’s Candle’
This mugwort, A. ludoviciana, came up from the Big Easy and got herself a yucca-daddy for protection
The yuccas were as high as I got that day; this is the View back down the canyon. The sunny land behind the mountain is the SFV, which receives all this watershed. The peak is Mt. Eaton, highest point in the city. In fact this entire View is within the City of the Angels. Go ahead and gasp; I did.