bikes below

Emeryville. 2010.

We went on a bike tour this morning, all around Emeryville, to look at all the good and bad bike facilities in the city. Plenty to talk about.

This little girl was with the tour, and quite busy taking photos during our stops. We climbed a nearby pedestrian bridge for a better shot.

maroon: or, a meditation on lifelong commitment

Three Chimneys Inn, Durham, NH. 2010.

intertwined

SFO. 2010.

On the way to the wedding. Late night flying, nothing but black out the window and a single star, probably a planet really, if you squint hard. The red lights on top and below reflecting against the small vertical bits on the wing. Despite the dark, I always choose a seat far enough back for a clear view of the ground. Maybe I watch the patterns of street lights, leaking out from an unidentifiable center; maybe I wake at the first twinge of dawn, a deep grey that comes from everywhere before it comes from anywhere. I hand a piece of gum to my neighbor, pleased that he takes it. I scrunch up my camping pillow, pull down my eye mask, and tilt my head at a hugely uncomfortable angle. I love flying.

with a flash of color

Durham, NH. 2010.

The bridal bouquet. orange calla lilies, pine cones, orchids, roses, wheat, berries, magnolia leaves. fall colors, excited and glorious.

Prints

Durham, NH. 2010.

Two friends, doing their makeup before a wedding. Afternoon. Fall foliage out the window, bouncing light back in.

black windows

SFO. 2010.

On my way to a wedding in New Hampshire. Laying tangled in benches of seats, head tilted back, upsidedown photo of this bank of windows, black and white and sterile all over.

Here's a poem I found in an old journal of mine, copied into it on January 13, 2003. Written by Wendell Berry.


Grace

When despair for the world grows in me
and I wake in the night at the least sound,
in fear of what my life, and what my children's life may be,

I go and lie down where the wood drake
rests in his beauty on the water,
and the great heron feeds.

I come into the peace of wild things
who do not tax their lives
with forethought of greif.

I come into the presence of still water.
And I feel above me the day-blind stars waiting with their light.
For a time I rest in the grace of the world, and am free.


I love you, Dana.

warehouse window

Oakland, CA. 2010.

On my bike ride to work. This empty and abandoned warehouse is missing its southern wall, but somehow has a nice paint job. Recently a bulldozer came along and removed all the junk that had been piled around the parking lot area adjacent. Cats--maybe ten or twenty--would live in and around the piles, and someone would place dishes of food for them in the parking lot. When they cleared the lot, they also dug out a large cat tail plant that used to spread its seeds around on windy days.

Morning sun reflecting off the wall and through the open window.

Porchlight

Claremont Street, Oakland. 2010.

Lovely Lillie, Lovely Light

60th Street, Oakland. 2010.

Night wanders in my new neighborhood. I love this time of evening, when it seems like the color is running out of everything, until you look at it through a camera.