Wednesday, February 25, 2015

Continuous Berkeley in February



 Celebration of the ordinary


The only  February in the last 36 that I haven't lived in Berkeley or Oakland was February 1980 when I lived in San Francisco. However I was working five days a week in Berkeley that year commuting from the big city by bus.
Join the Flaneur on a walk down memory lane in West Berkeley.  Seen here in passing, a mild and rare day in the rarest of  all months, all these years hence.






1.
 West Berkeley Branch Library




Hadn't visited here in quite a number of years,
There was  recent extensive rebuilding







Enter another realm and read







Perception of the world is fungible






Cranial windows  let in the light





Transformed by the experience
You continue on






2.
Faces in the streets





Nevertheless what's killing you
is what you consume







Not dead in Berkeley,
Nosiree, Bob










Anytime you're in need of a jeweled turban
or what have you








This shit was invented here





.3,
Marina Escapade



The pier seems to go on forever,






Filtered light on the gargantuan sun dial,
Nice and deserted here today






Nothing does go on forever, of course,
Eons are but fleeting events
in geological time







The North Bay in time,
In all its timelessness




I have come to hang five in one of my beloved
Peaceful and  lonely hang spots





Or maybe to hang ten,
For all the snowbound everywhere






Woven into the fabric of sea and sky







These flowers run riot this time of year,
They remind me it's almost Saint Patrick's Day







Boats on the Bay
All call it a day






Here comes my bus,
Time to redial the sun dial











25 February 2015

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