
Just an assortment of what those fancy schmancy buildings look like at night.
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Just an assortment of what those fancy schmancy buildings look like at night.

The thick fog that rolls into San Francisco every night is no urban legend. You can see it rolling over the hills like mustard gas. It’s particularly striking at the top of those steep hills scattered around the city.

Perhaps the quirkiest vending machine I’ve seen, found alongside a bunch of standard candy machines at Galco’s Soda Pop Stop in L.A. I have no idea whether that petent has ever been granted.

I could make a snarky post about the Commander-in-Chief’s frequent vacations to Texas, but in the interest of accuracy I’ll confess that this is the mothballed office of Jed Bartlett, not George W. Bush.

Famous set houses on the Warner Brothers lots. Can you identify them without checking here?

Sign on an architect’s office in Silverlake, Los Angeles. I believe these are the Neutraface letters sold by House Industries.

A series of original portraits made shortly after the 1977 release of Star Wars. My knowledge of anatomy was still crude, but I captured the essential visual characteristics of each character, don’t you think?
The social whirlwind that was the July 4th weekend really knocked me off my daily posting schedule for the Scrapbook, so I set aside many hours for a scanning spree this weekend, hoping to fill in the backlog. I’ve overcompensated for the delayed entries by putting up lots of entries with multiple images, so go see what I’ve drawn forth from my boxes and bookcases for your entertainment.

Artifacts of the early theological indoctrination of a young Catholic school student. Note that complex, nuanced issues of dogma are avoided at this stage. (From my own personal archives.)

Any old eccentric can send a typewritten letter but we all know that the world-class crazy prefer hand-written rants and pleas.