Looking for someone else takes me into spaces I would often prefer to avoid or at least to void,
A father, a mother, a daughter, I think the father is referred to as Layman Pan’g, a historical person in the history of Chan. I tried have to find the book, its paperback ingot a light brown cover, but I could not find it, he was not formally a member of the Sangha but he is known for his zen
Waiting for the bus along Highland Ave near Belmont Street, Somerville, circa 1970. After living in the San Francisco Bay area for over 30 years this photo strikes a memory, or the lack of one, just a feeling, I cannot remember wearing a coat like is seen here, except of course when I to San Francisco and often in the afternoon when the fog comes slowly in the Golden Gate chilling the water as the wind blows the cold air through the shadowy canyons of the city where between buildings is a wind chill factor cold.
But you often see SanFrancisco residents, shopping downtown or in the financial district wearing fashionable cold weather coats and down town stores will feature them in windows. However if your waiting for the bus along Highland Ave near Belmont Street, Somerville, circa fall 1970, you could be making a fashion statement at the bus stop
Looking to find and waiting to be found outside of Amherst . . .
Eric would use these tools around this time, circa 1982, to create encaustic art on board
Its pretty strange being alive, recalling the words from The Grateful Dead . . .
“Lately it occurs to me what a long, strange trip it’s been.”
And some from Zappa . . .
“We are the other people ,
We are the other people,
You are the other people too.”