If you fly into LA from the north, you pass Malibu then Santa Monica then land. Flying in from the east allows you to see just how vast this city is. The houses stretch for mile after mile, only stopped by the mountains.
I love flying over the west. The canyons, plains, mountains, and dirt roads. I don't have a desire to live in the middle of nowhere, but it is beautiful. Now I am in LAX. Nothing to see but the infinate blue from here to OGG (Maui).
Saturday, January 16, 2010
The City of Angels
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