The Rialto

Saturday is different in the city.  It's quieter, slower, more relaxing.  I went in a different direction this morning on a quest to find a simple donut.  Not an artisian donut or a hybrid Donish (some sort of donut bred with a Danish I hear.)  I really didn't want anything to eat, but just a reason to walk around with my camera.  I suppose I could have done that without the excuse, but nobody's perfect.

I headed southeast of my place into the heart of the fashion district.  The early morning light in the city lasts a little bit longer than the suburbs because all the buildings keep the streets in shade and mute the rising sun. And of course somehow I still ended up on Broadway.  Broadway has such a magnetic pull that no matter were I'm heading, I still get pulled into it's vortex and end up excited by the sights and the light. I plan on doing a whole show (site) just on Broadway, but I want to get a lot of material before I put anything out.

I learned a valuable lesson, that at my age should not be a issue, but I guess it's one of those things I have to keep re-learning.  I was on Broadway around 6:30 a few nights ago and the falling light was perfect. They are doing a lot of development in many of these old Los Angeles classic buildings, but thankfully trying to keep the facades mostly intact.  The Rialto building looks to be an old movie theater that is undergoing heavy construction. The theater sign was a magnificent weather warn mix of blue's and pinks and decay.  I took about a half a dozen bracketed shots so I could make a stunning and award wining HDR shot; one that would make me the envy of my thirty five or so followers on G+.  There was a light pole running through the middle of the shot, but I figured I would come back another day and take a different angle.  Two days later the whole front of the building was whitewashed.  Whhhhyyyyyyyy?  Photography is life.

A doorway to a parking structure on Main, just south of 8th.