The Observatory

The day the kids and I first arrived in Los Angeles one of our first stops was Toy R Us in Los Feliz. On the way there, Brack pointed to that dome-shaped structure on top of the Griffith Mountain and told us, “that is the observatory; we will visit it once it reopens.” The wait took us four long years, a year more and it’s the same wait time as becoming a naturalized American.

Cut the story short, the first weekend it reopened in August last year, we were among the firsts visitors of the place. After the hassle of catching the shuttle bus for visitors, the trip was worth it, at least for Brack and the kids, being Science fanatics. While they tried some equipment and stopped for exhibits, I just walked and took pictures. In fifteen minutes my tour was over, rushed to the top of the building and enjoyed an aerial view of Los Angeles in totality.

The observatory, like the Hollywood sign, is visible from our bedroom window, we see it lighted at night, and it’s a delight to look at. However, I never before took a picture of this nice sight until yesterday. Griffith Park was on fire. I prayed for the fire to be controlled, and it was, the observatory is intact.