Showing posts with label my bike. Show all posts
Showing posts with label my bike. Show all posts

24 August 2009

Adventures, of late

I've been withholding a minor detail of my state of mind from you people. I have what you might call an elephant in every room right now. He's really terribly enormous and invasive and he seems to whisper, always, the things I should be working on. Drawings, research, letters of recommendation. It being August, it is the beginning of application season, for those of us who dare to apply for graduate school. And this year, of course, that means me.

But last week Miriam had the good idea to take a bike ride out to the furthest point west, in the East Bay, to the port of Oakland for some exploring. It was a great way to ease my mind against its tendency to become overwhelmed and subsequently useless, but also a good time to just pedal and think and formulate. It had been too long since I'd visited a place unknown and it made me want to hop in the car and just drive somewhere new. Maybe with my next visitor, I'll enforce this plan.

Here are some of the parts of our journey that were best suited for a quick picture:










I'm a kid in a candy store, when it comes to industrial landscapes, because they offer such intense contrasts in color and texture. I wish I had a nicer camera, for times like this more than ever, because some of the lines get a little muddy with further distance. The scale is harder to convey, but in case you were wondering, those white cranes behind the shipping containers are bigger than anything with moving parts you've probably ever seen.

11 March 2009

Fag-lover



As in, bundle of sticks! Isn't this one model-esque? We were making plant markers from old things in Miriam's old garage. They're tied together with one of those cords that keeps your glasses hanging safely around your neck, which we found on the ground in that old garage. Inexplicably, it made a very picturesque bundler. And this is me transporting them home atop my newly fashioned front rack (thanks to kurt!) which makes me unstoppable when it comes to hauling.


**those are shasta daisies on the back end that someone at the Temescal Community Garden was getting rid of. Quite the load.