No place like home

By Delaney Young

Home. A place so familiar and all I knew for 18 years.

When quarantine became a reality, I decided to return home to California from college in Oregon to try to regain some normalcy. But Los Angeles in the age of the coronavirus is a place I don’t recognize.

The beaches on a hot day in spring would normally be filed with colorful umbrellas and people leisurely laying carefree, laughing. Those carefree days, however, have been put on pause.

I grew up going to Laker games with my dad who has had season tickets for three decades. I can still feel the excitement in the air of crowds coming together outside of the Staples Center forming a sea of gold and purple. With games also on pause, the city streets feel like a ghost town.

For years, I’ve endured bumper-to-bumper traffic in the city, feeling the communal road rage. As I zoom through the streets these days, I almost miss the chaos of rush hour.

Everywhere I go these days, I’m reminded of my yearning for the traffic, the crowds, the energy that makes Los Angeles what it is.

This photo series documents that longing.

Antelope Valley California Poppy Reserve State Nature Reserve on April 20th, 2020

Walt Disney Concert Hall in Downtown Los Angeles on April 5th, 2020

Seaward Beach in Ventura on April 15th, 2020

California State Capitol Building in Sacramento on April 1st, 2020

TCL Chinese Theatre in Hollywood on April 5th, 2020

A boat ramp in Shasta Lake on April 1st, 2020

Staples Center in Downtown Los Angeles on April 5th, 2020

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