2-28-11, Day 176, Week 26

To Ashley:

Kathy made me do it...

From Ashley:

This is my friend Tama at vinegar hill house. Reminds me of Kevin  

kline in pirates of penzance.

2-27-11, Day 175

To Landlocked:

Calla Lily
pencil

2-26-11, Day 174

To JP:

From the fire trail.

From JP:

Distinguished.

2-25-11, Day 173

To Mandy:

Blind Rage
paper, Braille bible (New Testiment)

From Mandy:

Scone drawing.

2-24-11, Day 172

To Darrell:

From Darrell:

2-23-11, Day 171

To Kathy/Dan:

Liberation

From Dan:

This picture shows the power of human urine (mine) in growing tomatoes.  The big tomato in the picture is just over a pound and a half.  The variety is Cherokee purple and they taste even better than they look.

2-22-11, Day 170

To Judy:

Eye/Hand

To Gloria:

From Gloria:

2-21-11, Day 169, Week 25

To Martha:

Friends and family w/the Virgin of Guadalupe

 From Martha:

2-20-11, Day 168

To Landlocked:

The Ranger, two sisters and a friend.

From Landlocked:

Queen Bob

2-19-11, Day 167

To JP:

Ferry Bldg, 5:55 PM 

From JP:

Healthy Dinner

2-18-11, Day 166

To Mandy:

From Mandy:

EGG

2-17-11, Day 165

To Darrell:

Two Heads

From Darrell:

2-16-11, Day 164

To Dan:

Tourists

2-15-11, Day 163

To Judy:

Sea Lions, Pier 39, SF

From Judy:

To Gloria:

Alcatraz

From Gloria:

2-14-11, Day 162, Week 24

To Ashley:

Remember to keep love alive!

From Ashley:

I walked all the way from the green building on the gowanus canal to  

greenpoint this afternoon, walking a lot of the way down flushing  

right next to the Brooklyn navy yard.  There's these totally broken  

down mansions right along the perimeter of the yard, very cool  

looking. Here's a photo of one.

2-13-11, Day 161

To Landlocked:

Landlocked Senior as a wee lad.

From Landlocked:

King Lew

2-12-11, Day 160

To JP:

Some people like San Francisco this much.

From JP:

Race week is going on and I've been working 12 to 15hr days. this is a picture of my princess not wanting me to leave for work one morning at 5 am!

2-11-11, Day 159

To Mandy:

LUCKY FROM THE STREET

“What’s undeniable is that nobody wants to listen to a man like me.”

Usually that would have included me with rapid strides right by, but he was persistent, locking steps with me and following me down the street.  There was something quirky, hurky jerky about him that made me want to smile.

“I’m calling Gavin Newsom (former mayor of SF),” he said pointing with his left hand at the thumb and pinky telephone he was miming with his right. 

The mayor was taking a long time to answer.  We walked along in silence for about a half a block, bits and pieces of leaves and trash clung to his jacket.  He hummed what sounded like “All Along the Watchtower” under his breath.

“Hello, Gavin?  This is Lucky calling from the STREET.”  His nappy head shook with the emphasis on STREET. 

I made the mistake of looking at him, a side long glance only, but enough encouragement to spur him on.

“Now that I have your attention, Mr. Gavin,”  he yelled into his imaginary phone in earnest, “I want you to hear me out.  I got no change in my pockets and I needs you to bestow one of those promises you made to us on your campaign trails.” 

I reached my destination, broke stride and began to veer away.  He cut me off and stood facing me, now shouting into his phone with a mouthful of missing teeth.

“No.  Don’t you dare hang up on me Gavin.  I’m not gonna be one of the one’s getting’ stuck here in the gutter.”

People were beginning to gather.

“Lucky, I’ve got to go,”  I mouthed the words so as not to interrupt his conversation.

“My friend here, she’s got a job to do, so I’m saying good-bye now.  Don’t you forget about me, ya here, or I’ll call again.  Lucky from the STREET,” he clicked off the finger phone.” 

People started cheering, “Go, Lucky.  Awwright, Lucky.” 

A wacky grin took over his face and he stepped away from me, basking momentarily in his two seconds of fame before sauntering on down the street, humming what I swear sounded like “There must be some kinda way outta here, said the joker to the thief…”

FROM MANDY:

Before...

After...introducing Scone the Spider

  

2-10-11, Day 158

To Darrell:

Telegraph & Ashby

From Darrell:

2-9-11, Day 157

To Dan:

The parking lot at Mount Madonna where I left Kathy and Babs on Sunday, awaiting transformation.  What isn't visible in this picture is the stunning vista of the Pacific Ocean several miles away and the humble dorm room with humble beds lined shoulder to shoulder and loft reached by crude ladder with mattresses on the floor that will be their home for the next seven days.  Note Babs' large orange suitcase and wonder how that will be absorbed into this space.   For these two, transcendence will not be illusive.  

More Mount Madonna

FROM Dan:

It seems every year I fall in love with a new type of plant.  This is unplanned, but sure enough I find myself head over heels digging up all I can on something new.  I do not forget my loves of the past, rather include them into my new obsession.  This time around I have fallen for orchids.  I have always thought of them as some beautiful creatures, but they were beyond my understanding.  I have had them in the past but they would sit with a few leaves and begging for more attention.  For some reason the sad looking orchids around the house started calling to me when I returned from India.  I heard their pleas and actually understood what they were saying, "Give me water and some more light."  It was easy enough and now the few plants that have survived from the past are putting out flowering stems and praising my name.

As most of my obsessions go I begin to look around and see what more I can collect of my new found interest.  While doing some wheatgrass deliveries last week in Venice I noticed a sign for an orchid show.  I went on Sunday and was overwhelmed and inspired by all of the stunningly beautiful different species of orchids and their infinite hybrids.  I felt dizzy while walking around the room, drunk on the amazing colors of life.  As obsessions go I had to get another orchid and I had my eyes on the paphiopedilum species.  Though they are known as a slipper orchid I think they look like a crazy plant face.  There were not many people selling this type of orchid and I was told by a vendor that most people are not interested in them.  He said that they are not showy enough.  Well, as usual I disagree with most people and find this type to be the most mystical.  The kind I bought was very simple; only white and green.  However, its funny face brightens up my day.  I hope that one day it will be just as specular as the orchids on display at the show.

2-8-11, Day 156

To Judy:

From the vault.

From Judy:

Driveway

Snow covered hummocks of hoarding to the left and right.

To Gloria:

More from the vault.

From Gloria:

Tawashi scrubbers

2-7-11, Day 155, Week 23

To Martha:

Crissy Field

From Martha:

Year Long Blog...Always On My Mind

2-6-11, Day 154

To Landlocked:

From Landlocked:

2-5-11, Day 153

To JP:

No junk ever!

From JP: