Found Art Friday 231: la rentree

Dear ones,
You go away for three weeks and the birds now sing a different song.  Before we get to the scraplings of a visual travelogue from Art Ranger's time out on "the range",  there was this: 

Whoah!!!  - Women's bathroom at the newly renovated SF MOMA

Which made an all out visceral emergency of the mundane errand, especially should you absent mindedly check the news.  But it sure fit as a backdrop of NOW.  Given the hurricanesque torque of incompetence as it re-smacks us in the face daily alongside the grueling groans of Nature: she is fed up and disgusted, having a sheer blow-out.  While the Tweet equivalent of a toxic vomiting disorder continues, each new news breaking and breaking at break neck speed, like there's no tomorrow.  Sure - we have a tiny rain boot and a firepants leg and big Assload of arms. We have cartoons running us over and grabbling our country's assets, bagging it up for themsleves and wearing your sweat equity like diapers under their hairdo, funneled down their slick-haired golden inflated toilet sponge.

"Uncharted territory".  Last year fire, this year flood, this year fire, this year ....

We keep hearing that we are in "uncharted territory" again and again and again.  Now there's also a "cone of uncertainty", which certainly mirrors what the DACA recipients will now have to wear on their heads every day;  so often the most inspiring and aspiring students. Ones who made you love your low wage job any way any how.

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Switcheroo

As mentioned, we were tasked with the gigantic debris storm of sorting through 48 years of the motherlode of our mother's belongings and entire life.  We now contrast that with weary souls in the current "cone of uncertainty" where nature's force may dismantle object-accumulation in one fell swoop of "eyewall replacement cycles". 

Of all the many thousands of objects, Dad's bench vise is one we actually feel attached to.

............ Breathe ..........

We actually saw this and watched it paint itself a painting with the sinking sun

Like characters in a play, this gaggle of all different old ish chairs sat at "The Pickle Barrel" restaurant in Silverton, Colorado and politely welcomed us  -  though surely gossiped about us after we'd left.

Despite unsuccessful photographs, each chair was fitted with a private wire sculpture underneath the seat to help shore up and flex with the loosened legs.  Art Ranger thrives on tiny moments such as these.

High altitude snacking

 Vignette from Minturn, Colorado

We found this to be poignant

You just keep going regardless - into a new time zone, a new century,a new technology.

We have tried for years to snap a picture of this dead serious sign, just off the I-5, heading west, near the oil fields

Our inbox is gladdened by accumulating a few of your images - hello people out there!:  FAF@homelandinspiration.org.

Found Art Friday 230

Dear ones:

Airport family portrait with security glow:

The Art Ranger has been moving through the air frequently.

Was sweet to receive this in Art Ranger's recent (found art) mailbox:

"Whenever I see a lone glove, in particular" from Richard Anthony

It's that tussle with you and chaos that becomes our lives.  

Arroyo Grande "junk" shop - what ends up together

At home (that home), we tackle this drawer, you know the one .......

: : : ; :: ;; :'''''' ::::::::;;;{} {}  {} ::::::: arggg gee uhhhh la la la blah blah hee haw  grrrrrrrrrr ......

It gets existential, much more than nothingness would

everyone wants to connect and to see the light

The drawer of unintended  .............. ,,,,,,,,,,Consequences ..........

Where an excess of batteries, refrigerator magnets toothpicks scissors rulers and three-way plugs, duct tape picture wire flashlights sardine keys potato chip clips and bungee cords, wire cutters, paper clips, defunct phones, and yes an amazing number of coffee colored extension cords with different eras of flexible plastics, night-light parts along with a pocketpack of Kleenex from 1990s,  parts of parts, more scissors -7 sizes, a clouded magnifier, crazy glue foamed at the lid, those flat rubber bumpers for under a leg, hello kitty, safety-pins, this and that button, a screwdriver, a terrible plastic clothespin, emery boards reminding us of a certain grandmother on a beach chair - big glasses, and those things you screw a lightbulb into, ever so tiny a toothbrush, thumbtacks, small nails, quite a few screws that rock back and forth on their big slotted heads as the drawer

grows empty but gummy dust

Every house she says

has one of those

drawers

In this case, the tide of objects deferred and shoved and randomly slunk and shook itself to the back of the drawer again and again, until you just bought more electrical tape

Finally on this particular day of days,  a paper plate, a lightbulb and a rogue shoehorn, had all fallen down behind the lot of the corner (cabinets-
or dark dark points)

The whole row gone awry

and rendered achingly, vigorously - agape ...

We craved some order, the both of us ...

Sets and subsets of said set

and too many sunset photos to keep.  We just keep having them, mom until we don't and it's great to have been able to notice ..  "

"And miles to go before we sleep"

Oh hark, the summit of summer has way passed.  Oh poignant and slightest dread as days shorten.  Art Ranger is now officially "At Large" which is what it says instead of "Do not Disturb" on our door handle.  Please do collect especially those moments that can not be captured: found (typo "fund") "art" and send to:  FAF@homelandinspiration.org.