Labor of Love I : Exit Through the Thrift Shop

A cavalcade of Flaneurian images 

from the Peoples' holiday weekend

unplanned and spontaneous 

 When I noticed my own open window

looking back at me
 I knew it was time to go outside
and feed my imagination

 I stopped a moment by this familiar fence

explanation follows elsewhere in this post

Way down

among the sheltering palms

Amtrak thunders past

 Time to investigate this place

 It does radiate that

good old American welcome

 Historical furnishings

good stuff from yard sales

Artifacts from

 Garageland

 Behind the curtains

artist studios and a gallery

Pop Surrealism

 The Heirophant

 from the Black Lagoon

 The Surrealist Mass

A singularity

To scale tall buildings

in a single bound

 Knock, knock:

Who's There?

Albert

Spooky screen

Jock-strap of Turin

Behind other

even more furtive 

screens

 Arrested morphology

 Archaeopteryx

workshop

 Wings of a different sort

Angels in America

 Advanced hotel abstracts

 More niches galleries

up front

Consciousness is a cut-up

 Reflecting on reflections

 I don't want to meet 

up with him

after dusk

 

 New peyotl yodel

 Eye of the storm cloud

 Some girl, some ink

Hope's it's only henna

 Ornate drinking flasks

and the ornate gentlemen

who drained them

 Cut glass spirit decanter,

more on booze bottle art

will follow

 Glad to join the foot traffic

for these shiny people,

Hope they grow roots

 Set designs from Oakland past

In the Port present,

cops on bikes lurk in the shade

Fine with me, better than

usual security stooges

 Blues Cruise 

on the presidential yacht 

Potomac

 Breezy day on the Bay

for party boaters

You can hear the band

 as they set forth 

loudly

 Although I would accept a free ticket,

It wouldn't be under my preferred conditions:

smaller crowd, acoustic or no music

Up up and away they go

Muddy Waters recommends 

Champagne and Reefer,

all around

Way down Second Street

It  looked liked UK SUBS

 At Oakland Metro

Operahouse?

Not bloody likely

 Installation

XO

These planks enclose an unmanned PG&E substation 

In consideration of privacy I shed my empty bandy vessels here,

I wedge the neck in between the planks for stabilty

and am amused to see how long the bottles remain,

I view it as a temporary guerilla art installation,

At first they lasted long enough for several to co-exist

this is when it looks best,

Recently a sort of cat-and-mouse game takes place

they disappear rather quickly

Generally it's the smaller size

But a friend gave me 

the large size bottle

for my birthday,

Even more sculptural

4 September 2016

forthcoming:

Labor of Love II:

Ray Meets a Redhead

in Deep Crab Cove