Sunday, April 26, 2009

Thursday, April 23, 2009

Sunday, April 19, 2009


Saturday, April 18, 2009

Thursday, April 16, 2009

Tuesday, April 14, 2009

encountering the poet laureate (and her grandson) in SF

merits a bit of text:

A Hundred Bolts of Satin

by Kay Ryan

All you
have to lose
is one
and the mind
all the way back.
It seems
to have been
a train.
There seems
to have been
a track.
The things
that you
from the
abandoned cars
cannot sustain
life: a crate of
tractor axles,
for example,
a dozen dozen
clasp knives,
a hundred
bolts of satin—
perhaps you
more than
you imagined.

Years ago, this poem got it all started for me. A dear friend pointed out that it's a bit dark, and he may be right, but there's always something to see even then. She was very nice. Her grandson, too.

San Francisco in color

San Francisco by car

Tuesday, April 7, 2009

Sunday, April 5, 2009

Friday, April 3, 2009

Reminder of why Detroit is foundering

Less than meets the eye...