happy New Year 2022
to all the Flaneur doth meet
to all the Flaneur doth meet
Time Keeps Waiting in the Wings
31 December 2021
Last day of another very trying year
it becomes a real test of my philosophy:
Self-awareness and self-reliance
in contented solitude
in contented solitude
with a satisfied mind
Last sundown of 2022
in a splendid clockwork world
The sky seems timeless
as ever
Last rays of sunlit
as the year snuffs itself
Mount Tamalpais
a subtle presence
beyond the Port
Beyond the beyond
1 January 2022
New Year's Day
in Northern California
sunny and still quite cool in the shade
Undaunted I'm heading up
walking backward toward
Indian Rock
Festive bear fountain
along the way
Mount Tamalpais
from the top of
Indian Rock
North Berkeley
giving way to Albany
on a clear crisp day
Then the San Francisco Bay
and across it, Marin County
View of the North Bay
Families join a transient community
The People of the Rock
god rest ye!
Thoughtful gentleman that I am
I've climbed to te pinnacle
to smoke my roll up a moment
without infinitesimally fumigating
any children
Wat lies below
Vertiginous perch really
I don't stay long
View from the tippity-top
20t Century Wonder
The golden span
Return to my rest spot
a seat carved in the rock
I need te stabilty
& am sort of old man of the Rock
RAY of the Rock
Actually like most of the others
I went maskless outdoors
& threw my scarf up for this sot
The Children of the Rock worry me
going close to the edges
Low temperatures prevail elsewere
Te Rock bakes in the January sun
on a fairly wind-free day
Dad wrangling an extra-energized little kid
about to pose with a peace sign hand gesture
Beat him to the punch gratefully
Posed photo? Not so much
First sunset of the year
under way
Cloud glyphs
like portents
One may look into the sun
A painterly moment
saffron and gold
The day reminds me it's cold
I was here several hours by now
Farewell to the people of the Rock
many who just arrived
and are fine with climbing down after dark
Down a steep pedestrian walkway
toward sunset
Japanese maple in slanting light
Winter sky through leafless branhes
archetypal recall
Indian Rock understudy
There are a number of them on this ridge
many have mortar basins carved in them
by original indigenous ancestors
All the way down to the top
of Solano Avenue
the high street hereabouts
Mad Rug Merchant's show room
a vast Abstract-Constructivist stand-out
Antique rugs so old and ornate
they look holy
Maybe next year
in my Christmas dreams
Venerable old new and used booksop
were I ave discovered treasure over te decades
I'd hoped to score maybe a roman noir
but it's closed on New Year's Day alas
with wee party favors
cannabis and cognac
homeward bound
Shall I take a flying horse?
Or a celebratory
magic carpet ride?
I hopped my bus toward Berkeley BART station
but it was AC Bus #18 that goes all the way
to my own street corner twelve or so miles away
No traffic to speak of, I knew it would fast tonight
and so rode the long mesmerizing street route
Following along the Bayshore South
in darkness with Xmas lights
outside my passing window
Sunday 2 January 2022
Fair deserted in the Park
on a brisk and cloudy day
I'm outdoors soul-building
Forest-bathing again
So nice to see the Winter oaks
in their fantastic nude writhing
Always uplifted by grebes
flawless on water
heart of the matter
jewel in the lotus
Another day goes by in 2022
Space boys partied hearty
in a Brave New Year
The party's over, baby
Epilogue
It's homemade suppertime
purple sweet potatoes
and purple potatoes (vitelottes)
boiled and sliced for the frying pan
Red onions alongside
are actually purple as well
6 December 2022
Old Christmas
Blessed Feast of the Epiphany
Bon chance
Bon Appetite
Laissez les Bons Temps Rouler
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