Taking the ride from Los Angeles airport to Hollywood I was amazed to be passing between fields of nodding donkeys.
I had no idea that LA is built upon an oil field. I took no photographs, still less drew in the field. I was left with a fleeting impression, a mind image only, of rising levels separated by scrub, on each step a scatter of structures rhythmically dipping and craning up against the distant heights and the waning sun. Gradually, I have been piecing together this landscape and the engineering I had seen, through google maps, wikipedia and flickrhivemind. These fast sketches are my reconstructed memories.