Except for the diminution of business on First Street and a multiplicity of masked joggers
things continued peacefully the same on our self-appointed rounds…
April showers, which now seem far [only a few days ago] away, April sun
[Lobster boat, Cape Breton, a 1988 oil painting done in SF] An alley…
April sun in yard, with dogs.
Unsuccessfully checking for the leaks, Shipibo pot by night,
down along the straits with
mask at the ready, rubber taco from Trancas ca. 1968…geese and
an ocean-going tug apparently abandoned for The Duration opposite the Benicia Yacht Club.
Empty streets lured ducks uptown on the day
I went foraging for paper goods and bulk grains w/o success,
the world empty
as it ever was. Additional non-futures; Craters of the Moon National Monument, March 1967
Black Rock Desert, May 1975
Cathcart Place, SE Oregon, 1977
Whereas here, whereas now, just about the same number of humans on the street, friendly, masked but generally friendly. Meanwhile all around, if we are to believe what we see on TV, chaos and storms are raging, hospitals filling, failing, funeral homes setting aside extra space for corpses …weather’s unseasonably cooler, the cognitive becomes ever more dissonant, the times they are a-strangin’. Easter and Passover
[not shown] were celebrated in solitude in this plague year, we hear.
But thoughtfully so…and SO much in the shifting sands of the daily news that confuse that just cannot or will not be addressed. Here. As a wiseass fool once memorably remarked; “If you don’t like the news, go out and make some of your own“.
Well, there’s that. Just make it responsibly for instance.
Michael, you certain caught the mode of the moment in the group of photos. Damn, just when I was cheering up…..Not.
nice lobster boat
ducks in town? Florence has seen wild boar, deer and even a badger
excuse my ignorance, I can only imagine Mitch’s works by looking at his face, but what is he really responsible for?
It would be hard to count the ways, but Brent Kavanaugh comes to mind. He does keep his army of Trumpian flacks in consistent mindless lockstep [they’re not called Repuppetlicans for nothin’] and there are of course plenty of people who seem to think that’s a really great thing. It does make governance as one used to understand it difficult, however.
Ending with a Scoop Nisker quote, nice. Happy Easter Mike, or Happy Spring if you prefer. Strange times.
Thanks for the opportunity to act
“responsibly”
(the motivation is overwhelming – the hope for success:
passionate