Friday, March 4, 2016

Strolling Oakland: Produce District to the Marina







As with most of the Flaneur's perambulations from home,
today's begins in marginal Chinatown





Street signage and subliminal semiotics
on a Sunday troll stroll








Power tool dynamics






 Somewhere, U.S.A.





 Titanium saws bite through metal,
Don't get in the way







 Closed on Sunday






Can you validate my race card
Color-blind society?
We ain't there yet





 I told an old African-American dipsomaniac
These young people 
They don't even know how it used to be,
He heartily agreed





 Kamikazi
Coming at ya




 The Irish know how,
Scotch whiskey scorches the esophagus



 Mobile pizza oven
tells a tale



 Barbequed dinosaur
Get it while it's lava-hot







 The marina under filtered sunlight,
Another mild Spring day






 The far point of my walk today,
A nice place to watch the world go past






 Afloat with the leisure craft set





 

 The marina's choice berths are set aside
As a showroom for showboats





 Conflict between public access
and the privateers
Sometimes you just want to
Row, row, row, your boat




 Sea Ray,
That's me




 Boards for sale or rent,
Readymades 
in advance of drowning





Wear it.
Want it.
What a slogan




Militarized billboard




Connect the dots







28 February 2016

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