Well we've really gone "meta" now when the lawyer hires a lawyer for himself. Not rule of thumb, but rule of deranged that endangers. Moving along like pollen in the wind, we live our lives regardless, while context disturbs yet energizes. CHECK OUT THESE ARTIST PROTESTS:
Even seven years in to this blog, it is still very nice to receive images in the (Found Art Friday) FAF@homelandinspiration.org inbox:
|Poet, Diane Gage sees that it's Jacaranda season, "sticky with cruising bees" in San Diego.|
Which makes the Art Ranger want to walk on bumpy sidewalks where smells trade places with cracked uprooted squares.
Now that our landscape is getting hot and dry and soft brown, we take this moment to appreciate images from this past winter of what the water wrought:
Here are two notices by Bonnie Hotz in Fort Ord:
|any crevice, full of possibility|
Here's our street a few months ago. Let us breathe in the freshness and recall the smell.
As we hydrate or partch or patch ourselves.
While in San Francisco very briefly, this snagged our eye:
|Drain man probably knows Mud man.|