Sometimes we walk everywhere seeking graffiti, sometimes when we stand still, graffiti finds us.
I’m glad that these ducts are labeled, but I wonder if people know where the exhaust vent is. I like the flat shadows and how the curved ones cast by the ribs define the pipe.
I love the sky. It is never the same, from moment to moment.
I came across this writing during one of my walks. The street repair people have a graffiti all their own. Their markings mean something their compatriots. It is sanctioned street tagging.
Some inner sanctums (sancti ?) are less relaxing than others.
This is the inner sanctum, the font of concentration. The firehose outside the entrance has no bearing on what lies within.
Here is another seating arrangement that just begged to be photographed.
Every time I see an arrangements of chairs, benches or other apparatus used for sitting, I take note with my camera. Here are some other examples: Park Bench Series No. 1, Park Bench Series No. 2, Park Bench Series No. 3, Bench Series No. 4, Bench Series No. 5, Bench Series No. 6, Bench Series No. 7, Bench […]
Last summer my brother took me to the Magritte show in San Francisco. That being the environment, I was sensitive to the surrealistic images that surrounded me. Instead of ignoring errant reflections, I sought them out. Below is a portrait of my brother Dave at that exhibition.
I’m pretty sure that ‘Spkr’ does not mean ‘speaker’.