Last Saturday I took BART to San Francisco, early in the morning, departed at Montgomery, walked over to view the reflected image of the TransAmerica building reflected in the windows of the Maritime Building.
Later in the afternoon I found myself at Montgomery and Market unknowingly intercepting thousands of people chanting and carrying signs—printed and handmade, while marching by thousands down Market Street, irregularly making a loud swelling noise that would move down the miles long line of marchers as each marcher vocalized their part. This looks like grandmother, mother and daughter conveniently occupied or ready for the digital age.
and who is not…
Around 1970s I made some images of two people, this was the postcard I sent out,
separating the seeds and stems from the good stuff…
it was August late afternoon, in a motel swimming pool, by my self, one of those moments when I am sure my wife and son would prefer not to be publicly associated with me.
I am not a Tom Keene fashionista, but the bowtie seems to find itself,
You might think there were no people there never were people who wanted to be pubicly associated with me,
and then again you can fool some of the people…
In San Francisco this brunch place is lined up every weekend morning I have been here, and while the line is generally longer, much longer, around the corner, this part of the line has the cute girls, and the guy is busy looking the other way… ah, winter in San Francisco.
and weather means it for others,
for some people the normal conversation is enough.