SOMEHOW WE WANDERED INTO THE FUTURE

Welcome to the Los Angeles River, a place I have been compelled to document, for reasons yet unknown.

Just below street level lies the Los Angeles River, where the spoils of the metropolis spill into and around the river’s arterial path; where wildlife flourishes and perishes; where the city’s trash mingles with the river, trash that is either picked up by volunteers annually or reused by transients daily; where literature is as important as other addictions; where people hang out for the day or stay for the long nights in makeshift dwellings erected in precarious storm drains; where the city of dreams turns into an austere landscape, yet somehow maintains a haunting beauty.