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May 25, 2013

Photo Essay: Barlow Sanitorium, Neglected (Updated for 2021)

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Just outside of Elysian Park, Dr. Walter Jarvis Barlow built the Barlow Sanitorium in 1902, the location seeming ideal for tuberculosis patients because of its proximity to city-owned open space and the clean air that seemed to be kept in the meadow by the surrounding hillsides.

A tuberculosis patient himself, Barlow never thought the land would ever be threatened with development.

Now, most of the historic structures of the current Barlow Respiratory Hospital are slated for demolition, in favor of a condo development that would help raise money to update and modernize the hospital facilities that can be saved. Although many of the buildings on the Barlow campus are not abandoned, nor are they vacant (rather, being used for "storage"), they are, however, neglected.

Even if these buildings don't actually meet the wrecking ball, their fates have already been determined. We call that "demolition by neglect."



Directly adjacent to Elysian Park is the former dormitory...



...whose parking spaces are still used by current patients of a neighboring facility...



...and whose exterior shows the common signs of neglect.



The bulbs have been replaced...



...and the doors have been locked...



...keeping out any undesirables...



...but what precisely is being "stored" in there?



Orange plastic crates, jammed against the windows?



Tables and chairs? Old beds and defunct respiratory equipment?



Behind the dormitory...



...it looks like doctors may still practice medicine here...



...but across the street...



...there are a number of cottages...



...once reserved for patients...



...now storing mountains of paper files.



It doesn't look as though these buildings themselves will ever be rehabilitated...



...possibly for lack of maintenance or any kind of treatment.



This is the "abandoned" hillside of Barlow's campus...



...looking somewhat like a summer camp.



Barlow is and always has been a specialty hospital, opening first to treat patients befallen with tuberculosis, and when that disease became more controlled, broadening its services to more general respiratory issues, both chronic and acute.



It doesn't have a lot of beds.



Most of its patients don't need beds, their medical issues not requiring overnight hospital stays.



The surrounding communities of Elysian Heights and Echo Park are currently rallying to stop the demolition and proposed development (and subdivision) of the property, trying to prevent something like Century City being built right next to Elysian Park.

And not surprisingly, they cite increased traffic as one of the major deterrents. You think it's bad enough on Dodger gamedays? Just you wait.

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May 23, 2013

Photo Essay: Mildred E. Mathias Botanical Garden, UCLA

The botanical garden on the UCLA campus is probably not quite so hidden, per se, but it's not such a big tourist destination, either.



Unlike the more popular, expansive, and serene gardens of Descanso and Huntington, or even the Los Angeles Arboretum, the Mildred E. Mathias Botanical Garden is a decidedly urban oasis...



...replete with vandalized bamboo stalks and napping homeless by the water features.



In fact, despite the desert species and California native plants...



...following its paved walkways on an overcast day made me feel like I was in New York more than I ever have in the over two years since moving to LA.



Despite the poppies.



It feels a bit like Central Park's Ramble...



...but it's quiet...



...without the sound of traffic, somehow sheltered from nearby Wilshire Boulevard.



The only trumpets here are pink flowers...



...not buskers.



There are pink powderpuffs, too...



...perennial purple Iochroma grandiflora...



...blue bugloss...



...and scarlet bottlebrush.



Usually when ambling around a botanic garden, I stick with the flowers and the succulents...



...skipping the trees...



...but here, I was drawn to the varieties of eucalyptus...



...including the cracked, spotted gum...



...whose surface peels like old, dry paint.



It's like you've been transported to Australia, right there with the Queensland Bottle Tree...



...and the Prickly Paperbark...



...whose layered bark peels paper thin...



...showing its age right there on the surface...



...for fingers through which to leaf and count.

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May 19, 2013

Photo Essay: The Big Parade, Day One, Year Two

Last year's Big Parade was a pretty epic experience for me.

I'd decided to start as early as I could and go for as long as I could, hoping to reach Griffith Observatory for the solar eclipse.

I made it, just barely. And then I had to find my way back to my car.

I hiked over 17 miles that day. And although it was along a circuitous path only bringing me 4.5 miles from my original starting point, it felt like I went a very long way.

I was excited to embark on the other day of The Big Parade this year, though I felt less of a personal challenge. I'd already walked the 17 miles. I didn't need to break my record. I didn't really need to go anywhere.

But it was something I wanted to be a part of.



Yesterday, I only did the Main Loop of The Big Parade, joining the group in Elysian Park...



... and winding our way through (only) five or six miles of the park, Elysian Heights, and Echo Park before bailing out and heading back to my car.



But actually, despite being much shorter than last year, it was plenty.



Apparently, though I am an avid hiker, I don't climb enough stairs.



My ankles aren't used to walking on that much asphalt and concrete.



I long for the earth under my feet.



Fortunately a lunch stop back in Elysian Park provided a soft grassy seat...



...plenty of doggies (whose stamina far outlasted mine) and the dulcet tones of a ukelele orchestra, the highlight of my entire weekend.



Compared to last year...



I don't feel like I made it very far.



It wasn't as hot as last year, but, without enough breaks, the stairs really wore on me.



Walking in circles wore on me.



I wanted to have somewhere to go, some destination to draw me closer.



As we were tracing the historic steps of long-gone commuters who once needed to climb down to the streetcar and back up to their homes...



...we climbed up...



...and up...



...and up...



...and sometimes down...



...through one zen-like garden...



...past homes teetering on the edge of the world.



At one point, there were over 200 walkers trekking through LA with The Big Parade, a record-breaking turnout.



This year, I wanted to parade so I could be part of something, but our crowd was so big...



...we ended up spreading out into several distant chunks, taking few breaks to let the stragglers (like me) catch up.



And so, for too long, I walked alone.

As I usually do.

I just couldn't keep up. So rather than be left behind, I left.

And afterwards, I still didn't have anywhere to go, or anyone to be with.

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