Somebody left this knife poised on a seat of the BART train I took to work the other morning.
Why the does the camera see light outlines around the dark specks on the pavement?
Lots of futile helicopter activity, and cops galore, but I guess the protest got blocked around Grove & Van Ness on their way down from the Castro.
Snow Park in Oakland. Debris from what looks, to me, like commerce. Check the baggie, the blunt wrapper, lots of matches & cigarette ends. The ashes were not in a cigarette ash configuration. I saw an unbent wire that looked suspicious, too. No needles, though!
I moved on to another part of the park and just hung out, without recording anything. Sometimes there's stuff going on that, for one reason or another, is unphotographable. I was mostly watching a pair of tiger swallowtails flying about from tree to tree, sometimes interacting in an upward twining double helical maneuver, and then moving apart.
Also airborne, there were robins and pigeons, and a grackle couple that didn't see eye to eye on some issue.
Furthermore. There were a couple guys with metal detectors. Both of them wore bluejeans and unmarked black T-shirts. They had serious-looking metal detectors, with the big disk angled off the end of a long, handled stick, and the oversize headphones. But that's not all. No, they each had a trowel that they used to cut out a circle of turf whenever they heard a beep, I guess. Then they'd dig down maybe 10 inches, pile the sod and dirt on a mini-tarp and go over everything with a hand-held wand-shaped detector. They were conscientious about replacing their divots.
It looked like they were looking for something specific.
They were both wearing knee pads.
Back at the drug benches, some guy settled in there and began grunting/moaning rhythmically. Ostentatiously. In a kind of 'tard voice. He had on dark glasses, and every time I looked over at him, he was already looking at me. After a spell, I left.
After we had belayed the monster making it fast to the craft.
Hale fellow well met.
Part of Mothers Day dinner. Hi, Avi. I think I might have forgotten some firetruck elements. We'll keep on working on this until we get it right, okay?
xx Uncle Bruce
The ashes collect in the spider webs. This must make it hard to make a living as an arachnid in these parts. The ashes used to be stuff that belonged to people. Houses, books, lots of crap from China, cars, photographs. And stuff that didn't belong to people, too. Trees, moss, critters. Spiders.
"Nice reflection of that gull. I bet it would be really hard to paint that. And then if you did paint it, it'd look really stupid."
"Alright. I'll photograph it."
Pismo Beach
