One of the things that struck me in the first weeks and months after I moved to Los Angeles was the sweeping landscape. I would be driving along the 10 freeway, and as I would reach to top of a hill and could see a span of the landscape in front of me I would smile at the view. There were mountains and palm trees, swirls of freeway ramps sprinkled with lights. Thirty-years later and I still smile at the landscape views each time I see them. I don’t think there is anything like it in the world.