Alas, the artist has been at large and therefore full of gaps. The flowers grow past. Let us therefore check in with some travel log: For just barely a Friday minute, we were in a different geography or two:
|Oakland, across from "The Lost and Found" (We love the new cladding)|
|San Francisco, "Chinatown" side street|
|corner fashions we certainly didn't know existed before|
|Where were we?|
Accidentally walked through part of a web on my sliding glass door one day.
The maker returned to repair it after dark.
Brave and fascinated am I from my safe side, admiring the artist at work.
Whereas, we humans seem so lacking in finesse, continuing to burn the place up.
|Oh dear dear written hear = largest (thickest) non petstore snake ever witnessed, the photo doesn't do its heft the justice|