Found Art Friday 201

Dear Ones,

No lens reaches

Today is Arbor Day and we would like to share this art work with you:  Funerals for Trees.*
It is an act of protest regarding what we think is a vile and senseless development proposal in our local Fort Ord.  Once a military base, it is now a public access nature sanctuary where we ride and walk and run and play and breathe.  Insert your own examples here.  A big thank you to our collaborators and friends, test viewers, and endangered species. Please send pictures of your favorite trees to FAF@homeland inspiration.org. Really - do it!
* another link to Funerals for Trees in case Vimeo doesn't work for you.

With Coach Dog God

 

Found Art Friday #200

Dear Ones,

Here it is, a noticeable number of how many posts we have wrought.  It you are just joining us, we collect images of "art" that presents itself to us by chance.  Thank you for coming along for the ride, or the instant.  For our 200th episode, we made a podcast of a rant that you may or may not hear some day, as our effort to create an RSSfeed (yummy) turned into a cul de sac of technological idiocy.

Hence, back to good our friends, the pictures:  Here are two from our friend Richard Anthony, who settled down in the Valley like "Frank" from that Tom Waits song.  He's a poet by accident.  It tumbles out from behind his knees, the way others shake salt.

The pole and I
Sing in time
Rusting scales in
Upward bent.

The pole and I
echo through
all manner of
what is unforgettably true. 

The pole and I
Are touching all
the hands and hearts and
years gone pounding by.

With love

Gives such a texture of human yearning. Each nail counts. Someone wanted that cat back and wanted you very much to know about this or that, and wants you to be in their band. Connectivity and claims on passions all shared on a pre-digital upright log.

This is how we feel as artists. We bear our telephone poles every day.

Also in the urban vein, this pavement duet of smashed and discarded sung to us:



........   Switcheroo .......

We hope you have a spring to savor, as each season on this sacred planet deserves the attention. Our local correspondent, Lettuce Pray: would like to wish you a very realistic and rejoice-filled everyday EARTH DAY every chance we get ...

Burrowing Owl youth Choir

Tree hugger

 

our new belt buckle

We want to thank our spouse earthman now for bringing us ten years ago now to this neighborhood where we can witness this.

May you have the chance to enjoy other species besides human today!

And send your unexpectedly loved moments please to FAF@homelandinspiration.org. 

Found Art Friday 199

Dear ones,
Recently the Art Ranger's inbox was graced with two images from the Scholar of Pleasure.
This one became a painting by Agnes Martin to us even though it was "from the time of Sappho".

 Fresh from stepping upon the real Acropolis. Polis means people and that is all we remember from our Classics class at this moment.

Although they are
only breath, words
which I command
are immortal
Sappho

She can command that. We forget that words are breath while they are just passing through us.

"like parchment, what do they do with the light they hold, outside the tree?"  Wonders

We feel their sound.

Everything else that day seemed so beige:

Remember when phones had a cradle?  Art Ranger is hearing her mother through the telephones of our life history.

We are joined at the hip and darned like socks by the loss of our mutual friend.  

Luckily to break up with beige, we had some sitings at the Goodwill in Haight Ashbury:

Composting pants outside the music store. It looked deliberate and cultivated.

Accidental Mark Rothko painting - inside bike jersey pocket

Please do send us some clues regarding your own homeland inspirations or travels: FAF@homeland inspiration.org.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Found Art Friday 198

Dear ones,
At times, Nature lets you nearly trip over her.  Where the Art Ranger lives is a regular human habitat with wild edges and buffer zones.  Yet, when this lays itself bare on the suburban woodchips, we are startled:

4/5ths of a 2 inch diameter snake

We would like to see the re-enactment. Who dropped it?  Glad that photographs allow us to capture a thing while not carrying it in our actual hand, or smelling it days later.

We do a bow to you

As beings who tune into the visual, do you notice anything special in the image below?

About three years ago our Offspring #2 (a.k.a. Eagle Eyes) zeroed in on something as we motored along our scenic-used-to-be rural highway.  Just feet from a wonky power meter on the edge of a small green golfy pond. 

High Voltage!

 In a moving instant, his eyes sifted out this:

The Villas Goose we named after her housing subdivision

For two Springs in a row (one skipped year) and now, we have enjoyed this drive-by nature vigilance. A brave mother weathering the highway (white noise?) atop a utility shed to soon come up with a flock of  fuzzy goslings.  Art Ranger watches her for weeks like a mother friend would.  At first we thought so-exposed, not-wise, mom.  But then .... not so easy for the fox and here (she) is again!

proudly (watching?) the cars go by

We made eye contact, an agreement to share her secret very out in the open location only virtually with you who might appreciate. 

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So many prime types of moments are unphotographable.  In order to share our wonder and admiration of this bird sitter, we had to go out of our way and approach the scene on foot.  No one walks along this road unless something has gone wrong.  Carbeings gave you that -oh pitiful you look. 

moments in fencing ensued

and of course the delerium of detritus

Please send your findings or foundlings to FAF@homelandinspiration.org