Out for exercise, I decided to head directly south. Soon I’m in Hollywood’s Media District, the studios and production units that support the Industry. I pass Radio Recorders, where the landmark sign says that Elvis, Bing and others had laid down tracks. Then I reach Willoughby, the border between the Media District and one of L.A.’s most attractive neighborhoods. It doesn’t really have a name, though, not that I’m aware of. Sometimes that part of Hollywood was called The Flats. Lots of old school housing.
I heard a familiar “rruk-rruk” and looked around quickly, finally catching sight of a raven ascending from the neighborhood and moving slowly north-east. It was funny, because I had just passed west of the great bulk of Iron Mountain (the giant billboard building on Highland Ave). which seems like it would really be attractive to ravens who want a nest high up, cliff-style. Visibility runs out quickly with all the trees and varied buildings in the area, so I lost sight of the bird quickly. Wonder what it was into… we need a whole bunch of dumpster-cams in this city.