Will or away

Linda Susoev has been on the ballot for mayor in Fremont since 1989, never misses an election, we met last Sunday while I was gassing up in my van, I guess she was doing a little campaigning.for the upcoming election. We spoke a little, I had cold groceries in the van, ,one thing led to another and I went home.

Conversation and discussion are an important part of human life.

They are important for communication

Hope is always in children, should exposing children to false information be considered child abuse?

Alameda Creek

I walk along Alameda Creek almost every day, beginning in Spring 2007 when I moved my office home.

Along the trail every season brings differences,

The flow of water through the waterway is constantly changing . . .

Covid brought new people out of their homes, often with kids .

Weekends are different from weekdays, certainly in the quantity and frequency of people but also the “kinds” of people.

More groups of people with a common interest, i.e. bikers, joggers and larger families mostly.

I wonder if and how changes in species of the migrating birds is related to climate change?

Along the path seasons return again, . . .

and again, and again. Its a nature and human effort . “Tending to nature” with a human effort to design can often be a process in process.

Nature does not always behave as humans, even when to the best of our abilities to, predict or plan,



After her stroke with memory loss and aphasia in 2008, Mom lived in a memory care residential facility near me . . . We would see her at least once a day, and usually more.

She was in “rehab” in a nursing home for eight weeks. Meals were in a small dining room, you might sit next to people you did not know, but somewhere in your mind is the image of having passed them in the hallways, . There is not much conversation and most vocal expressions are not directed to another individual. The residents there solely for “physical rehab” eat in a separate and different dining room where people have conversations.

Sometimes it was crowded in the dining room residents came or were brought at their own speed ,within a window,. , here mom is eating by herself.

I just pick these images “randomly,” there is no original pre-thought, Most of my images of mom have mom in the title, so I search mom . . .

After lunch we would return to her room, she would sit on the bed, I in the chair and talk until she would lay down and go to sleep.

. . . then just noodle around, whatever feels interesting . . .

She always drank her coffee black. At the memory care residents were served meals at tables in formal situations, with all untensils, napkins, etc, and coffee, or tea, served.

Often my images seem like photographs of myself, is this how I want to see her and not how she really is?

Gate gate paragate parasamgate Bodhi Svaha

One Who Sees and Hears the Cry from the Human World. 

July forth past or perhaps the future.

Another 4th of July about 1973. While camping in Maine a grandfather pulled in, parked the car and the grandson came out shooting. just a toy gun.

“ I wrote me a song ’bout the white winged dove
And a toy gun for Christmas in
place of love.
I hear the children yell with their hands on a gun
I’m better than you are ’cause I got one…
My playmates respect me, my Mommy does too

Cause she bought it for me to shoot whenever I choose.
Sometimes I wish this gun it was real
But I can pretend that it’s made out of steel.
Bullets and powder and a trigger to pull.

Then I’d be grown-up like the rest of the world..”

a few lyrics from the song White Winged Dove written by Mark Spoelstra

Will, low feel, good

Graphic design—
which fulfills esthetic needs,
complies with the laws of form
and the exigencies of two-dimensional space:
which speaks in semiotics, sans-serifs,
and geometrics;
which abstracts, transforms, translates,
rotates, dilates, repeats, mirrors,
groups and regroups—
is not good design
if it is irrelevant.

Thoughts on Design Paul Rand

Japanese “block print” calendar from the year 2000. Every month the style of the numbers is different and feels block printed. Flat colors are used.. This one is for July, 2000. Hand made art, often seasonal, such as this folk style calendar are highly appreciated by Japanese

Japanese restaurant facade contrasting rectangles

In Tokyo much of the wiring of older homes was added years after the home was built and is blatantly located on the outside.

Business and residential are often side by side, Tokyo residents like to have some nature at the front door.

Land is expensive inTokyo, but I have no idea for what this Building in Tokyo is used. Even here something is wildly growing green in containers at the front door.

A photograph of people—maybe most 20-35— standing at the Shibuya Scramble Crossing traffic light, in the back is a photograph of a photograph printed into posters.

Car in garage of house in Asakusa, Tokyo.

Alameda Creek

Everyday Alameda Creek is a little different. Most people are there for the same thing—exercise in a pleasant outside environment.

Some take their dog out for a walk,.they bring a plastic poop bag, use it to pick up the poop, put it into the bag, carry the bag a little way and then discard the bag —with the poop inside—along the trail.

There are many “regulars,” some I see two or three times a week, others at an irregular pattern,—well may be regular for them and irregular for others. Some who I have had conversations with and while no longer are there conversations along the trail we are cordial . . .

understanding we shared a piece of our lives through something in common.

That moment may never come back again, and in most of the future moments of our lives there may be small compatibility we still had that moment and will have it again with someone else in the future.

Relatively speaking, why is there enough order in human relationships to enable survival? Some places on Earth there is more or less stability, making both local and any global business and just-living-in-general , more riskier.

People live in a social order, maybe not so much in Nature, Humans “naturally” differentiate things and define them i.e. give them a name. When humans sensually experience “same things” — a tree, the sky—they develop a common meaning socially.

300,000+ years of evolution—Homo sapiens— how long for homo sapiens to connect seeing “things” and developing a common sound to represent the “thing ?”

How long between having a language and having a writing system ( a “legal” record-keeping system) to create a “legal record keeping document.”

Maybe not all who tried could make it here, but the ones who did deserve the accolades of success Societies developed in relatively isolated environments with much interaction negative. creating, developing and establishing many social patterns of negative tribal behavior.

We are all here, we all have a birth right to a place on Earth, Some of the things, which we value, are things which enabled us to get here, and includes behavior which is inhumane, cruel, violent, some is personal such as crime, and other is social-political such as war and empire. Earth is full up now, people cannot pick up and move to another frontier, we have all earned a right to be here and we can choose to find a way to make it work for everyone.


San means mountain and it also is used to show respect for other people. When you first meet some one named Nakamura they will say “I am Nakamura” and you will acknowledge with . . . Nakamura-san, their last name with a san after it, such as, Yoshida-san Tora-san . . Japanese often refer to the mountain as Fuji-san, the double meaning is intended..
Da Vince used the term “atmospheric perspective” to describe the gradation of blue haziness in far away objects— lighter and bluer was how a painter could show further away.

Subject and object, sometimes it seems my photographs are only about myself, sometimes when the loneliness overwhelms me it can be fun to include posters in stores as background, its just guessing where to position the camera,

Will a photograph actually help me find myself? Will it tell me more about myself? Perhaps it will become a part of myself, like the object becoming the subject.

I have questions, and I have answers, but the answers I have don’t answer the questions I have.

And another day gone bye.
Niles CA

Sounds lightly

BART eyes

BART is a public transit system bringing people to, and back from, San Francisco. These are some images I made through the window of BART about 17 years ago while riding to Oakland.

What is there to see? more like why is this what we see.. We have so much ability to design and produce beautiful places for people to live.

A world organized around the needs of an economy constructed to make a few people “very wealthy” means controlling the behavior of others

Alameda Creek

For some a photograph is the ”a standard to the best of our knowledge,” —The Standard . . . except if its been altered in any way, or more specifically, any way which would alter the “Real Meaning” of it.

If its a “commonly accepted thing” in the photograph, such as a hammer, or a steak, or a box of Cheerios, we usually accept it with little hesitation.

People like to have a common unity between what their eyes see and how their mind defines the meaning of the “things” that they see. To see a photograph is to ask what are the things in it and how do they relate to each other.

The process by which, through the behavior of growing up, we come to know and create ourselves and the universe. is referred to as “socialization.”

Often its said that people are socialized into the society, and then, well some individuals are not. Actually the purpose of “socialization” is no purpose, its a property of being human, and while each of us has a unique experience, being human means as we learn the tools of adulthood we learn to repress some of those unique experiences to the general society accepted definition . . .

we replace our unique experience with the common one of society and perhaps this is what makes a society —people living together— and all of its benefits possible

We experience the world through our senses, as we develop from child to adult the experiences collect in the “mind” and human beings. using the skills and abilities not just from the biological qualities, but the social experiences of growing up to make some sense of it., to find “our” way.”While learning a language facilitates this process, it also inhibits as learning words may also mean redefining your individual unique experiences with an inappropriate word.The “thing” we experienced is not the same “thing” the word means.

Humans have language, we could say we have a “capacity for language.” Where other “higher level” animals may have the ability to communicate, such as to communicate danger, all the recipients of that message already understand the “danger,” the message only says “the danger is here.”
People can not only express a danger but they can communicate new information about that situation.

When we see an image and define it as a photograph our mind gives us certain assumptions about the nature of the information. A photograph is a visual image which usually is made up of recognizable “things”, things which our mind has defined as “recognizable things.”

Photography is interesting because it may spark a confrontation between the visual experience of the eye and the common experience of the mind .

Sometimes a photograph has “things” which we do not recognize and instead of appreciating the direct visual experience our mind wants to keep working to find a “solid definition of the thing,” put it into its correct category, “to find its name” and often we confuse knowing the name of a thing with understanding the thing..


Why do these images seem to have nothing in common. That is a puzzle of my life. When there seems to be no place for me. or for my photographs then together we do have something in common.

People like order, they like to differentiate one thing from another, have a name for each thing and understand the relationship of one thing to another. Order in the Universe.

Driving from Fremont, California to Albuquerque or back, you may pass by Boron, California, population 2,280 (1920).

20 Mule Team Borax soap .used to sponsor a radio show (1930-1945), and in the 1950s a TV western, called Death Valley Days, stories about over coming the hard times living in Death Valley .

According to legend, two men, a young muleskinner — or mule driver — named Ed Stiles and J.W.S. Perry, local superintendent of Coleman’s Borax Co., came up with the idea of hitching two 10-mule teams together to make one 100-yard-long, 20-mule team. The mules pulled two huge custom-made wagons, each loaded with 10 tons of borax.

A smaller accompanying wagon of supplies and food was hitched behind the two big wagons. Together they made the 20-day round trip between 1883 and 1889, hauling more than 20 million pounds out of Death Valley. Not one animal was lost, nor did one wagon break down.

An abandoned house along a country road in New England, one kanknot wonder what happened, did they own the land and house and leave it, did a husband and wife break up to leave the house to live separate lives , were there children born in the house?

Waiting fore the train, Shibamata.

Morning reflection in a mirror, the light draws itself. or maybe its the dark that rejects the light.

Gate gate paragate parasamgate Bodhi Svaha

Know shuns are dones

News thoughts on the way down

Searching boxes in my garage, I came across some of my old clippings from newspaper. How sad this one .from September 1985—Japanese dancer Yoshiyuki Takada falling to his death during a performance . He fell five or six stories depending on the reporting, What was consistent in reporting was that he held this position the whole way down.
This would have been the last photograph of him alive.

For me this image immediately came to mind:

Along about springtime (1963), the monks began to hint that they were going to pull off something spectacular by way of protest ...
The monks were telephoning the foreign correspondents in Saigon to warn them that something big was going to happen. Most of the correspondents were kind of bored with that threat after a while and tended to ignore it. I felt that they were certainly going to do something, that they were not just bluffing, so it came to be that I was really the only Western correspondent that covered the fatal day.””

If anything this image is a reminder that sometimes just showing up is enough.

photo by Malcolm Browne Vietnam 1963 Malcom Browne/AP

Elizabeth Cotton 01/05 /1893 – 06-29 871987)
lI the 1960s, finger picking “freight Train” as she created it was common for hopeful folk guitar players, She was a living legend. I experienced her in Newport Folk Festival, 1984 or 1985, both on stage and in a workshop.“

She learned music as a young child, but did not begin her professional career until in her 60s—to the fortune of folk music and the bewnefit of the US in general—when she was employed in the musical family of the Seeger household where the children called her “Libba.”

Sometime in the mid 1980s, a rock concert, what is the point of these images?—Do you think this guy is a model hired by the reporter or a “real kid gamester? Every photograph represent some side of being human. This young man is , or was, some mother’s son, maybe someone’s brother, and maybe someone’s killer— Perhaps he was all three things at one time.

Alameda Creek

All of the photographs on Earth, are each a frozen moment of time permanently connecting the past to a future.

We see the printed photographic image because our “eyes can see” the light reflected off the image of the print (the medium). It gives us meaning because our mind finds meaning in the image. On l seeing a photograph, unconsciously the mind will ask “What is it?” and unconsciously seek an answer.

Daibai asked Baso, “What is the Buddha?”
Baso answered, “The mind is the Buddha.

Mumonkan Case XXX Blyth translation

The photograph is made possible because the light reflects off material things, such as a rock, a tree, a person and carries the reflected image to the eye where we “see it” AND the camera capture the same image, a latent image which can be printed at will anytime, and it looks the same. The camera records the light, on a range of “on or off” to many shades and colors and a print can made on a medium, such as paper or a computer screen, a print on which most people agree about the contends. We can all see it and agree that is what it looks like, its really that thing.

Imagine a photographic print on a wall where light comes in the window, reflects off the photographmaking a latent image, and is redirected back out a window down the tree lined street, out of the atmosphere to maybe travel across the universe unhindered for millions of light years. Will it find another “eye” to communicate its message ?

Perhaps there are light images all around us, we just need the “right medium” to translate the experience compatible with our human senses. We do that already with different kinds of light such as x-ray and infra-red. And, the images of stars and galaxies from space are us providing a medium—which humans can see— to capture these images as they go by carrying themselves beyond us to who knows where.

Imagine gadzillions of exposed but not-printed-to-a-medium images traveling around the universe at the speed of light . . .

Maybe its more like a video than a photograph , as long as there was light reflecting off something there will be a latent image traveling around. and our photograph of a far away star is just as snatching a frame of the video as it travels by at the speed of light.

What happens when the traveling light image meets another traveling light image ?Does it mix with it ? or bounce off it? Does it add to the original image, do they combine until it gets too dark see detail ?

Once the photograph has been printed on the paper light can bounce off the paper to be sensed by the eye . A computer screen is different. The image is the light itself, may be it makes on image on the screen, then the light keeps on going , some to my eyes and other parts of it go right out the window, down the street, up into the sky and on the way to the stars.

Can you really destroy a photograph just by ripping it up into small pieces or burning it up? Once the latent image is embedded in the light its just keeps traveling around —what happens when it reaches the end of t3he Universe?

A dress or a blanket? Each has their own purpose, which is better for making a photograph, which is better for sleeping rough?


The last tram in Tokyo, the Sakura Line runs through old neighborhoods, mostly carrying locals and tourists who can get a day pass to get on and off when and where ever they desire.

You also get to see a lot of those train-pedestrian crossings like you see in Japanese tv shows and movies.

It runs right through people’s backyards.

Little shops .it seems like a lot of work everyday getting produce, putting it out, sitting down, an at the end of the day putting it all away at night.

End of the workday day at the Sakura Tram in Minowa,

After school treats , who makes the next move?