This is my first attempt at writing a haibun.
Rains, long promised, still hold off. Sycamores and cottonwoods spill their life force like blood over cracked dry hillsides. This does not seem like a place where paradise exists. Glass towers float like castles in the air on a layer of smog, yet I still discover beauty. This is where I was brought during my Black Friday travels. This is what I found in the middle of the frenzy.
On a sun soaked day
Among flaming cactus spines
These photos were taken in the gardens of the Getty Center Campus.
ljgloyd (c) 2014