Showing posts with label curios. Show all posts
Showing posts with label curios. Show all posts

Wednesday, June 7, 2017

Along the Edge of Night, Chapters 1 and 2
















Sun's out late
demi-nocturnal
postprandial perambulations




1.







The corner curio shop
so recently arrived




Curiouser and  curiouser




The front doors of
The Bookmark
a used bookstore






RAW!
Legendary street person
of Telegraph avenue Berkeley
He's famous for roaring "Raw!"
a few years worse for wear
but still there today






Funny you don't look money





The substation where
Project XO takes place



Around the corner
the gloomy lodging of
 the loneliest man in town,
He stands all day
must lie down at night



His world of fairly
 incessant traffic
leads to an on-ramp




Just down the street
the Police Credit Union


And a police accoutrement shop
a haberdashery of restraint




Mother always said
to come home when
 the streetlights come on



It's already late for the sky






Get a little spook on




Xmas tree in May
window at a lost hotel



In police parlance
the Flaneur might be
called a "peeper"


The whole high rise
at once 



It can be quite
kaleidoscopic


2.
A run to Berkeley Bowl
a round-about bus stop
to return














 
I climbed on a
sidewalk haystack
to get this shot,
the front door opened a tad






Party house
lots of celebration
in June


The old Chevy truck


Over the little park
so long in its
rebuilding


Visible chill
the marine layer
was formidable




May-June 2017






Saturday, May 20, 2017

Scenes from A Cold Week in May


de Chirico sunrise




Brisk and often exciting
May is often quite chilly
as flowers arrive


 Sometimes the Flaneur
finds himself awake
at unusual hours




 
On Manila street
a tree I passed by before
was a glorious awakening
when seen in full bloom









Sunday


 
Train tracks
in the cold sunlight







The clouds are really
 themselves
when it's cool out





Wednesday
some warming

A dry garden








New Curio Shop





Ever hear the expression
climbing the bamboo ladder?










Bedraggled and
bespangled

 The world turned
indigo
and there's nothing
we can do





 
It's all gone
de Chirico



Time for me to climb
up to my wee willy
sleeping loft







13-17 May 2017