A flower blooms in the Fall
to remind Winter too
pass into Spring
Painting by Janney.
Second Tallest but that’s alright ma
Saw a nice image of a certain famous San Francisco, no longer the tallest, building , taken decades ago which reminded me of some fun I had with images of this building.
Its a fun building and the opportunities with light are diverse all day.
One of the streets on Telegraph Hill heading down towards Broadway
On the north east side of the building is a small redwood park with some sculpture, a fountain, and a cement pond , on a sunny morning the building i you can see the reflections of the building in the moving water .
Reminds me of old German etchings of towns.
With all the hills in San Francisco its not too much of a jump —
Or something to do when I was bored or at loss for words.
Looking down Montgomery Street, up here at night, its gets darker earlier when its colder and warmer but darker later.
A womannequin in a store window
A building in San Francisco.
Almost everyday I leave my home and walk along Alameda Creek trail. Over the past 14 years and for 12 years before that while walking my dog, I have met many different people along the trail, some I get to know a little, we stop and talk,
Then, other times, for the whole four miles I will not see anyone I know even to say “hi.”—I almost always say “Hi,” after all ,we are all out here for the same reason, we share a common purpose and and should help each other to maintain our commitment.to that purpose, our health.
We are out here for the exercise, and while exercising we do not have malicious intentions, We share a common bond of purpose and peace with others.
Last week I met Joe, along the creek, a long time Fremont resident, immigrated from Afghanistan decades ago and drove a cab in Fremont for 30 years.
Fremont is a sprawling suburb made up of five townships in 1957, still no central shopping district, a very diverse population many of whom work engineering .and the city is still working to develop an identity both as a “Fremont”,and as a group of “diverse neighborhoods” each with its own proud identity—too often it looks like “neighborhood identity” is a zero sum game.
While in art school I had driven a cab in an urban city, where many residents do not own cars and often take cabs for short distances, especially when there are packages. Joe’s experiences in Fremont. as he related to me, were mostly long runs such as to Oakland or San Jose,
Long trips are more money for less work—each trip with a fare is its own experience, and while driving was s one part of the job, dealing with was was another.
Turkey vultures: Nothing in the Universe goes to waste, it is all being used all the time by the Universe , whether it is creating or destroying things.. For the word “thing” there are no “non-things;” if there is some thing that we do not know, we don”t know we don”t know. and once we find such a thing it gets a name and we know it. as a “thing”
Driving the fare from one place to another is the hackney job but even packages, which do not have a personality to deal with can be eventful.
Once on the cab stand called “The Eight” in East Cambridge— The Eight was the number the cab company dispatcher used to ID the stand, it was a slow cab stand but constant and few cabs stood there.. When you arrived or left at a cab stand you notified the dispatcher ad when there was a customer request to the dispatcher the ranking cab onthe standgot the job.
Brattle Cab was based in East Cambridge where many people were like a society in itself separated from the academic society and City Hall was East Cambridge Society.
Local people did not have cars and lived in apartments.and you could find three and four generations of families.
One night st3anding on The Eight the dispatcher asked me if I want to chase a bar in Inman Square, a few blocks beyond the area of The Eight, I took the job , and when I got there the bartender was outside on the curb in front of the bar flagging me while holding up an older woman. The bartender—very unusual, I should have sensed something,but it was his job and my job so I took her.
I asked her where she wanted to go , her reply, “Take me to Union Square (Somerville) and I will tell you where to go from there.”
Along the way I tried to have conversation with her but to no avail, too often her words were not understandable.
Reaching Union Square I stopped right in front of the police station, turned around and asked her again “Where do want to go from here?” No response, so I got out of the cab , went around to the other side, opened the back door and found she seemed to be unconscious.
Meanwhile a Somerville policeman came running down the station steps , yelling at me, “No parking., move the cab!” I tried to explain what was going, he called for “help”, they decided she was drunk and pulled the woman from the car and dragged her into the station never saw them or her again, and they never even asked my name or for my cab license .
The reason I was hanging out in this area was that at a slow time the local bingo at the local Catholic church was about to get out and there were always a few quick jobs, i.e .Bingo Rush Hour, so I left. .Turns out I was the last person to whom she consciously spoke—she died in my cab, or so they said.
The cabs had older style radios, the dispatcher called you and every driver with their radio on heard the dispatcher call, but when the driver answered only the dispatcher heard the driver,
One night while driving the dispatcher called my number “72” —everyone hears,— . I answer “72”. only the dispatcher hears — Dispatcher calls “Stop by the Somerville Police Department ASAP, they want to talk to you about the dead body in your cab.”
A patented design for a bus seat
I came across this on the internet, .my grandfather’s name was Ray William Naegele, my grandmother’s maiden name was Stephens. The first son was William, the second, my father, was Ray Stephens Naegele and I was Ray Stephens Naegele Jr.
I don’t know if he did the drawing, he must have done some sketching anyway. Looking at the curves in the profile at the bottom of the chair, they were drawn using a curved rule.In art school we used a ruling pen and a rapidograph to learn to draw rules. Computers changed all that, but before the ruling pen was an essential tool for making comprehensive sketches to show clients.
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Painted by my grandfather during his retirement, He has an interesting sense of design and color.
Three generations, of Rays, the oldest one is my grandfather, this photograph is over 70 years old.
Gate gate paragate parasamgate Bodhi Svaha