Pretty To Be Normal

In some oddball way, I always thought I had more Spanish in my blood than Filipino, largely in-part because of geography; I was born and raised in Los Angeles where tacos are inhaled more so here than in any other part of the US. Perhaps the reason for my love affair with my city is because I've always felt comforted knowing that a taqueria or a fruta fresca cart was only a few blocks away nestled between the dingy video rental store and the 99 cent super market.

This is LA.

Cameras spend their time focusing on Hollywood, Beverly Hills, places where it's normal to be pretty and unforgiving.

My camera on Saturday afternoon chose to focus on home...where it's pretty to be normal.