i’m obsessed with these little cabins in the angeles national forest (which is why i’ve posted them before). and i don’t really want to know much about them, as i prefer to think of them as abandoned hobbit houses. or something.
there are around 50 of them, perched over and next to the river that might or might not have a name and that runs through sturtevant falls. sturtevant river? ok.
and at present they’re all boarded up and kind of ominous. but pretty. and ominous. and without electricity. just waiting for their hobbits.
oh, and they’re also in los angeles. i mean, i’ve said it before, and i’ll say it many times again in the future, tautologically, but we live in a very odd city county place.
if you live in, say, new york. or brussels. or berlin. or tokyo. you might be asking yourself, legitimately, ‘how is this a city?’ but yes, it is. and/or county. urban semantics. with hobbits.