I recently discovered this amazing book of photographs by ed panar called golden palms and oh my, do I love it. Having spent my early childhood in Los Angeles, I have a primal reaction to images that remind me of the place. This collection of photographs focuses on the real LA, the one I remember through child's eyes. Twisted roots of a tree, growing over the curb like an outreaching hand, shrieking pink bougainvillea overwhelming the side of a garage and banal, stucco garages at the back of banal, mid-century apartment buildings. There's a strange stillness about these photographs, an urban landscape devoid of the people that made it. Wow, what a wonderful book indeed.