High in these crumbling hills nature is winning. Vines wrap themselves along forgotten walls, plants break through the concrete foundation, the wind knocks at the front door at all hours of day and night. There is a view. From the vantage point of my tiny desk the city unfolds in front of me. Two palm trees hold a hammock. A flock of parrots chatter as they fly overhead.
Small and simple with welcoming light, this place was my Los Angeles home for a single overcast week in May.