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Wednesday, September 03, 2008
September morning, Hollywood Hills
Finally, the puppy can (ad)venture out. I love these pictures, because Studio City is transformed into rural Iowa. It's still hot and dry but every half mile or so one comes across a little oasis of a stream and fallen trees, some frogs if you're lucky.
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