- profeta, los angeles -
THIS IS WHERE untamed ivy casts playful shadows on iron chairs, where dark pots of empty
coffee sits basking in the delicate afternoon light.
Maybe it's selfish to not want to share such a space full of secret solitude with the world, but this is the kind of place that is so far removed
(in essence) from my college town that it deserves to be stumbled upon accidentally by people who appreciate its charm.
I love the idea of untamed beauty,
especially nature that is free to grow wild and conquer the mean urban streets.
And I love noticing the little details, the nine holes on the iron chair's seat, the crumbling corners of the window sill.