Griffith Park, Sunday Afternoon...
The sounds of musicians. The smell of patchouli oil, incense and weed. Pissed off cops. Shady characters. Acquaintances, good friends and lovers. People so high on 2-Way Orange Sunshine with speed in it that they presented a problem for the air traffic controllers at Los Angeles International Airport. What more could a long haired hippie photographer dream of? Did I mention the smell of weed?
(via Griffith Park Wayist)
2 comments:
I remember! Those were the days! I also recall caravans of cars painted with flowers -`peace & love' - people playing flutes & tambourines... parading round and round places like Irvine Park in Irvine, CA. ALL IN THE QUEST FOR WORLD PEACE! Life was good then...
those were the daze!!! i was one of the focalizers of green power....we organized the love-ins
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