Sing, me back, ho, ummm drums

On top of Tokyo’s Asahi Beer building is a 300-ton stainless steel sculpture designed by French architect Philippe Stark. It was meant to look like foam rising from a beer mug. The Japanese have their own name for it, kin no unchi, Japanese for “Golden Turd. ”

Its within walking distance across the river from Sensoj, though I am not sure if the visual experience gets any better when you get closer but if you take a leisurely walk from Asakusa to Sky Tree, you will find it.

And in the window of the Sky Tree McDonald’s you might find enlightenment—McDonald’s uses a possessive apostrophe and “Finnegans Wake” does not— or wish you were not alone.

Earth is estimated to be 4.543 billion years old,
Life has been on Earth for about 3.5 billion years,
Homo sapiens about 300,000 years of that,
Automobiles been around since about 1900,
Personal computers since 1980s, and,
Smart phones (IBM’s Simon) since 1994.
Human beings have had a very minimal time on Earth.

Before humans this Earth was a “utopia,” a “Garden of Eden” one might say—oh, I guess someone already did. Humans with all their “intelligence” & “Superiority” are in the process of destroying their own “Garden of Eden.” And not just destroying it, but intentionally and knowingly destroying it.

Humans are the only species which knowingly, intentionally and enthusiastically, with an idealogy of justification—its now a political position— attempt to change their situation by changing their environment that gave birth to them—the Earth.

Basically other life forms are satisfied adjusting to the requirements of their existence while accepting their “natural” limitations and the slow adjustments and adaptions of evolution. They do not wax philosophically on race, or income inequalities or complain about not having things others have.

But humans have used their capabilities to carve tis earth apart, subjugate and destroy other life forms as well as the natural environment. Think about how much of this earth has been moved from one place to another —all these cars. trains, airplanes used to be bits of Earth in the ground. We get oil from the earth, burn it for energy, and release what is left into the air moving it from the under the ground into the atmosphere. We mine minerals from one place and use them to build concentrations of tall buildings in another.

Plastic is an example of some things which had a natural process on this earth being converted into to something unnatural, something much less bio-degradable which will not integrate as a part of Earth’s natural process for a very long time and its poisonous to many other life forms.

With all of this going on has the mass of the Earth changed or just the where the stuff is located. How about the distribution of that mass on the earth? while look at us??? Obesity, high blood pressure, war, hate, poverty, mental illness, some live in splendor while others starve, Oh!! The see me tree of it all.

Not an uncommon sight in Tokyo, authoritarian nationalists with their sound truck.

and just as common, people pay little attention to them.

Tokyo police just down the street from a sound truck but no heavy artillery, no riot gear, no guns and no large bellies hanging over the front of pants,

Japan has capitalism, a free market, democracy and a helluva lot less Japanese are murdered.

Waiting for Godot, a factory girl, enlightenment or a green light, not much different difference.

Or advertising makes you want to buy stuff you don’t want to help you communicate to others who you want them to think you are.

I would settle for a warm welcome from Plastic Man

It could be worse, you could find your loneliness on a windy prairie or . . .

in a two dimensional world where the sky is blue all day

and its still an EmptyPage—the page of no page.

Alameda Creek

Alameda Creek never goes away,

I have watched people progress through dementia along this creek, break the law, not pickup their dog’s poop, was present at the death of a friend’s dog,

Its a place to spend the pandemic . . .

with friends.

And its a place to raise your kids . . .

while you let others take care of it . . .

while the cycle of life goes round and round while one day each us find ourselves on it, and later, off it, to never know again.

“To Judy who made me live with a broken heart”

When I lived in the Boston area I would go to Fort Hill, this image was made when the Lyman family had a presence there.
The section title-quote is from the dedication of Mel Lyman’s book Mirror at the End of the Road which I read, one afternoon while standing for about an hour at a bookstore sidewalk cut out bin—it was a moving book, and I couldn’t move until I I finished it. I like Mel’s harmonica, especially his cover of Will Shade’s Jugband Waltz.

Later I met a man who workedat the type house in the building where I rented my design office whose wife had been a part of the Lyman Family, lived at the house in Fort Hill, and raised he daughter there, who gave me a couple copies of Mel’s family music audio tape made in the 1960s— one was a collection of blues songs, and the other was a children”s tape ,both were outstanding music collections.

On a clear day you could see Boston without hearing it feel the wind blow on oyur face— a peaceful easy feeling. Once when mother visited I tookher up there for an afternoon, we sat and drank a class of wine and talked.

Now the second tallest building in San Francisco, it looks like an interesting challenge for a skateboarder.

At a farm auction it might be a bankrupt fellow farmer , or perhaps its after a death of a friend , and you watch the process, one by one, of someone’s life be publicly bargained off so the wife can have a retirement off her husbands efforts and the generosity of neighbors who may well find themselves in the same situation one day.

This Krishna image uses shape, repetition and a limited palette of flat colors, even though nothing in the painting resembles reality, you instantly visually understand the painting. Its not the same as if it were a photograph of two people, trees, flowers, fruit, leaves and birds. It has beauty to it, its feels good to look at.

You have a limited amount of time in your life and you take some of that time to look at this image. is it because you have nothing better to do? or do you choose to spend an amount of your limited time on this painting for a another reason? Note in the piece of cloth that runs from the tip of the head to the bottom where the little white crosses give a feeling of cloth.

Oh Yes, the feeling of happiness when you are with Krishna.

My hands off policy keeps my hands clean as well as keeps m from going insane, like a drop of paper on a sheet of water.

Excerpt from Heart Sutra brushed in Seal Script by Janney.

Whiz, dumb’s inned

Issey Miyake poster maybe on a wall screen in Shubuya Station, or in a store window, I forgot. Fashion is a bit beyond my logic but I like the colors, the lines, and especially the sketching, especially when I can see the original sketches and the final product at the same time. Many fashion designer ae very skilled at expressing themselves in drawing.

When your work is founded on logic, it becomes very involved and complicated. That’s becuase the body does not conform to the dictates of logic.
Issey Miyake Bodyworks

Many people are deeply moved by fashion, you can see through history people have responded to fashion with a willingness to support it as a business.

Models, designers, photographers, come together to create clothes they hope people will feel passionately about.

How do people look in their clothes, how do people imagine themselves to look in their clothes and how do people feel when they wear their clothes.

Alameda Creek

Walking along Alameda Creek EVERYDAY!! Can it get this or that boring?

i can see people walk by and wonder who they are. I walk along the side of the paved trail because its better for my knees, Most people walk along the paved part, but every once in a while I meet someone coming the other way on the side, You can only walk along the creek side as the other side is less compatible for walking.

There is only room for one and ometimes someone is walking in the opposite direction, sometimes they make way for me, sometimes I make way for them, Usually I wait until the “ last moment” and sometimes they go early but it seems to work our. Except . . .

. . . twice I have encountered this young woman also walking on the side.The first time she told me I had no right to walk on the side and acted in a bellicose manner. The second time I encountered her she declared “What is wrong with you, I already told you not to walk on this side.” and more. I have been walking this trail for over 15 years, and have seen her twice, both times in the past year.

I came across a site called Rate Your Professor, I cannot tell if its a spoof or for real but looking at the comments makes it seem like a Harvard Lampoon piece.

Rating: Awsome
3 exams all essay form. Each exam includes 3 essay questions n u pick any 2. A few extra credits on the side. This class is a joke, simply sit in the back and you can pass with an A if u no what I mean. Highly recommend this professor. Also do all extra credit assignments, they are easy and it will work towards your advantage at the an A.

Rating: Awsome
He’s a very likable guy but as a professor, a little out there. Follows absolutely no conventional rules, which is okay, but becomes difficult when it’s time to study for tests. 3 exams, all essays. Not a whole lot of studying required, mostly common sense, but if you throw in some things he or the text talked about, your grade definitely goes up.

Rating: Average
Prof. Kramer is hilarious and a great teacher. The class was easy but boring at times, yet if sparked, class discussions can be a lot of fun. He also writes books that are a little out there but deal with some pretty interesting topics. Simply put, take this prof, you will love his class.

Rating: Average
Didn’t even buy book. Got an A. All common sense. Tests are essays. Classes can get boring. All in all a funny cool guy.

Rtaing: Average
This is an extremely easy class. There is a required textbook which you can get for less than 10 dollars, and the rest is online readings. He gives no papers, only 3 exams, which are extremely easy if you do the reading. He is such a nice guy and quite entertaining. Definitely take this class if you’re looking for an easy A.l

Rating: Awful
Bizzaro class…I got an A. Hardly read anything. Hardly covered the topic. From what I understand he is much better at teaching statistics. If you want an A based solely on 3 tests and attendance this class is for you. If you want to walk away with a firm grip on the basics of sociology look elsewhere.

Rating: Awful
I didnt enjoy his class. he has a raspy voice and he talks about everything except what is in the text book. exams are all essays and require too much writing. his information seems outdated. I will not do any course with him again. He is TOO UNORGANIZED!!!!!!

People have different opinions about things but it seems these students were not really there to learn the academic subject matter.

Roof repair, before the rain.

Back pages matter

The old Sam Wo Restaurant on Washington Street. I took my son there once.The kitchens on the first floor, upstairs are two floors of dining and food delivered via a “dumb waiter”—Three Harmonies Porridge and Noodles, and known for Edsel Ford Fung aka the “World’s rudest, worst, most insulting waiter.”

Soba, tempura and sake and for New Year’s Eve. Bizen tokkuri by Nakamura Makoto and seto-guro guinomi. What makes Japanese design so fulfilling is that the most important “technique” is measured by feeling and not by some quantity— While the measure of Design is how it feels, and not some technical excellence, technical excellence is the base skill to achieve and then to be completely forgotten when creating.

Some years ago in the Japantown shopping building a small store poped up in an off the way kind small court where Japanese tea and untesils were sold. There were some interesting things for sale, including some nice chawan and I spent some time looking and talking. He said this was a karatsu chawan, it fits his hands. nicely.

These are the possessions of a homeless person who spent one night or perhaps more, outside, along Alameda Creek; maybe its all that he or she owned in his or her life. I cannot imagine why I would own these things nor imagine what it is like to be homeless.

On a wall near Harvard Square , Cambridge MA 1972—I am not sure what these words mean, is that “Cannot tolerate our minds” or could it be “Cannot tolerate your minds”? Handmade letters and torn paper though, are enough to make it interesting.

In the 1960s people did a lot of things, and whenever someone made a business out of something it was portrayed as hippie capitalism, often the business was a “head shop” or sold waterbeds. There were also various kinds of “Co-ops” managed by young-looking-for-experience-hopeful business managers to be..

I might write about Krishna but I think the visual art says it so much better than words, or words that I might write anyway. Does it feel strange that the arch is not in the middle of the image? Isarda, in the region of Rajasthan, is a town located in India, some 187 mi (or 301 km) South-West of New Delhi.

A Festival of Krishna Harsha V. Dehejia

Along Market Street, San Francisco, smoking a cigarette, a butt and lighter on the ground, how old is he? I am 75 years old and can see he has a long life to live, if he lives, or lived, and this is a hard way to start it out.

I used to try to talk to myself, if only to try and convince myself of something which I don’t know, though my wings have holes in them and no mater how much I flap them I get no lift.

Maybe I should not —might be unethical and illegal— use someone else’s dancing images to put on Janney’s beautiful calligraphy but who—not me anyway— can resist the combination of Heart Sutra and Issey Miyake in the celebration of emptiness.

Gate Gate Paragate Parasamgate Bodhi Svaha,

Feels like dye-inn?, hardly, Benborn

Only thank God men have learned to forget quick
what they ain’t brave enough to cure.

The Hamlet William Faulkner

The front cover of my 2021 New Years Card mostly images of Alameda Creek. My sister and my son during Facebook Messenger video chat in the bottom row.

Alameda Creek

When you look at a photograph mostly you are intending to get information from the image and the image may or may not communicate to you.

Sometimes it may seem the information is not contained or expressed in the photograph. Red appears behind green being pulled by white. Who. where when is not important. Just a pausing moment while taking an afternoon walk. Its more interesting to wonder where they are going.

Once a customer of a client used their software (database for chemical discovery)to develop chemistry to remove barnacles and the corporate magazine did an article on it which I designed and found an interesting high-res photograph like this hedge below of barnacles massing together which had download instructions with an email. with the specific implication that others could use the image. I tried to get in contact multiple times over a period of about 6 weeks before printing but to no response so I used it in the article.

Originally I put a slug credit for the image to the stated photographer. One person involved in lower level decision making did not want to give the credit because they did see any reason why it should be there. Just before it went to the printer, with the approval of the marketing director, we put it back in.

Do these people know or care that this image was made from across the other side of the Creek?

Is it sneaking around and spying on people? If you think photographs are supposed to be something more than just color, shapes, textures, human gestures. then wil lexpect more than is here.

black & white—red —all over

Older images have their own interest. when I was growing up in the 1950s, 1940s cars seemed “prehistory.”and pre 1949 automobile styles looked ancient.Cars lasted about 3-4 years and 100,000 miles was a lot of mileage ready for the junk yard. Still I lived near the city limits and some farmers had much older vehicles.

Big Mama Thornton outdoors at Lenox , 1970, I enjoyed her harmonica music.

Now cars will go 200,000 males, tires are a little better but their price has been pretty constant for decades.
Young man with dog, Connecticut, about 1971

Old West End, Toledo, about 1969, in this and the previous image, the men are smoking cigarettes.

Somewhere on the road early 1970s

Through the van window waiting at a red light in Allston-Brighten, about 1971, He may be in his 60s now, maybe he had a good life,That is why when I look at these image I reflect on where the lives of people I “knew ” for 1/125 second went. To me they have always been the same.

Once Morris had a thriving tire store along the northern artery coming into Boston from the north east—Busy Busy!
Some Urban Renewal project removed him and he was “re-located” to some nowhere street in Arlington, it was not convenient, but some old customers still used to make the effort.

Tom & Nancy , Salem Maine. 1969, along Route 42 between Phllips and Kingfield.

Man marching in Chicago during Days of Rage, fall 1969. Does he look like a “typical protester?” Does he look lonely? wold you recognize him if he is still alive now? Sometimes, because of his expression, I wonder if he was an “undercover” Chicago policeman. He is not wearing a helmet and his face seems unconcerned about having a confrontation.

Everything SOP Downtown Chicago during Days of Rage 1969

Demonstrations may fill the news images, but generally they do not disrupt other areas. Until digital publication, media had a finite capability of how much information they cold publish before the next story arrived.
Digital media qualitatively alters communication and while there may still be a finite capability, it is no-where-in-sight. Think of all the different media which can be used to print a word or hanzi, most are ink or light.

“Things” including things that existed before humans, make up the universe and people make more things from these some things of the earth. So many things to have words for and we can never catch up , we ca nnever name them all because they just pop out!

I often saw this house on the way to school taking the local roads from Scituate to Braintree.

1968 David was also a Sociology graduate assistant, neither one of us knew the other, or anyone else and for the first month we took a cheap one bedroom apartment where the living room couch was also a Castro convertible. David was bigger than me, the couch was smaller than the bed, and so ended up on the couch.

We have spoken words for things and symbols we use to express them in writing and our ability to express in different forms—media— is rapidly and uncontrollably expanding, the cost is going down and the ability to use the tool requires less and less skill—more and more people are expressing somelhing.


But tell me
Madhava beloved
who are you
who are you really?

Vidyapati says they are one another.

Madhuban 20th Century from A Festival Krishna Harsha V. Dehejia

Oribe is often recognized by its freedom of expression, its very shape may appear distorted and bizarre with no regard for “basic skills” and yet when you get to know the bowl

Narumni Oribe chawan Oribe

Pottery is a basic creation for the solidarity of society. there needs to be containers to hold liquid as well as seeds and grains saved pottery containers.Often you hear someone says –I am an Artist , I make nonfunctional pottery yet it was being functional that is the DNA of pottery.

Kuro Oribe (black oribe) guinomi with ki-seto tokkuri

Oribe may have drips of green like you see on both sides
In Japan there is a class of inexpensive pottery and one group you will see what approaches oribe with decorating mass produced inexpensive products often found in a restaurant or for daily use in the home. It does not pretend to be “oribe,” you can feel the difference and its also fun to use. The light-brownish glaze may become crackled over time.
Oribe tokkuri .

In this oribe chawan you can see drips used as design elements The shape feels submissive as if its asking hands to hold it. Those potters who, by making beautiful and interesting pottery made and make the everyday experience of eating into a special experience —they have earned the greatest pottery merit.


The my feet on the sidewalk outside the entrance to the Sales Force Building in SanFrancisco. Used to take BART to San Francisco and walk around, some fun huh? A few times I wandered over to where they were constructing the Sales Force building. Before Covad it was a place like a park, or is park— I guess thats what i is—where people come to enjoy themselves in open space, The lights may change color and the intensity will varies.

From the Heart Sutra, hanzi calligraphy by Janney

No, ing is fore, ever.

Black Oak Bookstore and Okineos Press

In North Berkeley on Shattuck and Vine there used to be a popular bookstore selling books used and new called Black Oak, which for New Years and/or for other store events would print broadsides for their customers. It was a wonderful bookstore, always full with families on weekends.

On Sundays we would go up to North Berkeley, have a Chinese breakfast, browse the ACCI Gallery, and then wander over to the bookstore to browse, and, after go around the corner for a Pete’s coffee. Black Oak had a rare books section though I never browsed there, but I did get a book of five novels written by Dashiell Hammett for $10.00 which I have read many times. Sometimes when I feel intensely about something important and I cannot focus, it helps to wander a book store seeing all the other people’s stories.
The Broadsides were printed on quality paper, this one has a deckled bottom edge. The typography is excellent.

After the plague on bookstores, they moved over to San Pablo Ave south of University.
These broadsides were printed at Okineos Press and are Fine Works of Printing.

I Ching

The I Ching, 易經, is a very old book which has been in continual use for over 3000 years. Fu Xi observed the patterns of nature and established the eight trigrams  (八卦; bāguà), which comprise the 64 hexagrams which later were ordered by King Wen of Zhou. Later the Duke of Zhou added line comments and judgements and then, according to legend Confucius made more comments, which in a sense legitimized the I Ching , or as it was known then as the Zhou yi —Changes of Zhou— and now known as one of the Five Great books of Chinese philosophy. The name was changed to I Ching during the later Han dynasty.

A hexagram may have moving or stationery lines, moving lines indicate change between a Yin and Yang line which may be better understood by consulting the hexagram which it is becoming. Previous posts presented the hexagram Hsiao Kuo showing the possible changes when one line, two lines three lines and four lines are moving.
Here are the final options of the situation of five and six moving lines for the hexagram Hsiao Kuo. With five moving lines there are six possibilities and with six moving lines there is only one possibility. When a person consults the I Ching the opposite and complimentary forces of Yin and Yang are expressed through the eight trigrams further expressed through 64 hexagrams each which has tens of further options. Each consult of I Ching having 1-6 possible moving lines there are many possible separate and unique outcomes which in turn are experienced by many different and seperate people.

Feel the visual changes in the balance between Yin and Yang:

Just the lines without the words to feel the interaction between Yin and Yang. How does the relationship between Yin and Yang— broken or solid line —feel. Look at Hsiao Kuo and then immediately look at the right changing hexagram.
Here has been one—the same—hexagram changing into different hexagrams.
Imagine different hexagrams changing into the same hexagram, which is possible by changing each line that needs to be changed, on an ad hoc basis so to speak or if you use coins on the luck of the throw.

It feels different in black and white. I started I Ching with rounded black lines, going to rounded colored lines, then to rectangular colored lines and to rectangular black lines. Maybe next see how varying the width of white space between the broken lines effects the feel of the hexagram.

The Aztec Motel

The Aztec Motel was located on Central Ave NE in Albuquerque, aka Route 66 , going west, a couple of miles before you reached downtown Albuquerque. It was the first motel built along Route 66 and demolished in 2011. By the time I discovered it, probably in the late 1980s, it was mostly occupied by local people living there.

Alameda Creek

Its starting to get cold “here in Fremont” which means in the 40s at night and 50s in the early morning, I moved to California from New England and that kind of statement makes me laugh.

During the Covad I have done my four miles almost everyday.

DoI look at the same things everyday and see them differently?

Perhaps they change everyday.

Both are true, this person will not be at the some place tomorrow but tomorrow the place will be there.

And it will look a little different than the day before. In these daily differences can you sense the interplay of Yin and Yan between Heaven, Earth and People? I wonder how many pairs of underwear and socks I will buy before I die. Otherwise, I am set for good five years. My suit is 38 years old, maybe I have worn it 10 times. I do not know any people in my family beyond three generations back, what difference does any of it make.

Somerville MA, at the bus stop at the corner of Highland Ave and Belmont Sreet, 1971.

Tai Chi in Boston Common about 1971

In 2008 my mother living in another state about 250 miles away had a stroke. She was in ICU, then a regular room undergoing therapy and then she was to move somewhere else. I had a small point&shoot to document. Here she is during therapy stay, eating lunch and, I thought then, trying to figure out what the hell happened to her. Here we were in the hospital cafeteria. noise all around while our table was a deafening silence like being in a glass bubble in the middle of a crowd.

I don’t think she ever stopped trying to figure out what happened to her, and I think she never understood in the way that she understood things or had her version of “closure.”

One day after lunch when she was sitting on her bed, she asked “What happened to me ?” I told her she had a stroke . Usually when the word stroke comes into the conversation she denies it but this time she asked more and I told her some of her story and tshe asked “Did I have any children?”
I said …“Three.”
She replied “ I loved them all.”
That conversation is not just in my memory, I have a video of it.


These were a few questions I found on a discussion board:

How can we accept Lord Krishna as God, despite his actions of flirting with the Gopis (village maidens)?

How do you justify Krishna having sexual contacts with Gopis and Radha outside marriage?

Why did Sri Krishna ask the maiden girls (gopis) to come out of the lake naked and collect their clothes from him?

In 1960s people used to watch other people dancing and chanting hare krishna. University of Michigan, Ann Arbor.

Same gesture, San Francisco store, 45 years later.

During the past year I have mentioned the subject of the Kerner Commission to many people, I am 75 years old, it was made in 1968 and I did not find anyone knew of it. I started thinking how much of the past we remember? Does it even make a difference? We often think what happens in the past affects the present, but because we do not know what happened then we do not know how it affected our now.

On the other hand we are sure there is a causal relationship so we make one up.

Last night I watched an NHK documentary about a Japanese man who had lost is parents in WII. His father was killed in battle but he did not know what happened to his mother and the story wass his search.. They lived on Okinawa and they we’re preparing for the US attack. His mother at 17 years was impressed into military service as battle field nurse and at time was required to do non-medical things that otherwise a solder would be doing such as transporting ammunition. He finds a formal government written record—She was “killed in battle.”

There was also some written diary information, the officer that forced her into military service told her that if she died she would get the honor of being enshrined at Yasukuni.

Here is a formally dressed mother taking her daughter to a visit at Yasukuni Jinja.

Hare Krishna Hare Krishna at University of Michigan, 1969

all dharmas are marked with emptiness;
they do not appear or disappear,
are not tainted or pure,
do not increase or decrease.
Therefore, in emptiness no form, no feelings,
perceptions, impulses, consciousness.
No eyes, no ears, no nose, no tongue, no body, no mind;
no color, no sound, no smell, no taste, no touch,
no object of mind;
no realm of eyes
and so forth until no realm of mind consciousness.
from Heart Sutra

Slowfoe, toe?—sew watt! Just charge me up again.

Photography of James Keller

One of my favorite photographers, James has a way that moves people to feel good about expressing themselves in front of his camera.
B&W photos by James Keller.

He has a strong respect for and interest in the individuality of others. Around this time every year we get a postcard, such as this, from James. Its a photographic print.

This one from NYC.

I don’t know any thing about this one . . .

Two generations of cowboy hats.

When I was in art school I was suddenly, with-no-warning, evicted from my apartment, fortunately James allowed me to stay at his house until I could relocate. I say fortunately for me, because James is neater than I am, not that I am a slob, but I have a degree of ADD and can have many in-progress projects in various states of progress going on at once with things piled up in different available-space places.

I shared apartments some different times, but did not slob-up common areas, well maybe once when I took over a room for personal projects, mostly photography and 4′ x 8′ colleges built on a 4′ x 8′ sheet of plywood layed waist high on two saw horses.

Photograph by James of me in Jamaica Plain almost 45 years ago

.Photograph James at Hay Market area Boston, , for 1-2 years we had a moving business together in Boston. It worked well, there are hundreds of colleges and trade schools in Boston, many of the students and some who hang on for a couple of years after graduation, share apartments, have a bed, chest of drawers, clothes, pots, pans, dishes, books, maybe a desk and some lamps, a TV set, sometimes a couch and once a piano and are living in an apartment in Boston. We had a van which held all of the stuff and it was a quick and easy job to move someone. Although technically it was illegal, moving businesses are regulated by both state and federal laws , large legitimate movers were too expensive for our customers and it was not worth their time to do the job. As a bonus it got the big trucks off the city streets.
These images of James were made by me.

Powell Street Station, Market Street, James comes out of the Powell Street Station and immediately finds someone to photograph. I like the clothes on the subject.

Alameda Creek

My weekly images of walking along Alameda Creek this week and words which express some the things about which I think..

It is commonly accepted what is visually experienced in a photograph is a “real visual representation of “things” in the photograph. Often they are conclusive “documentary evidence ” in a court of law. People will use manipulated images to take advantage of people’s tendency to accept a photographic image as an acceptable representation of reality.

Photographs have been around for a “little over” two centuries, or “only” two centuries, both perspectives are interesting. Humans have been on Earth for 300,000 years—that is photographs —images from reflected light— are 0.00000666 % of their history, In a court of law a photograph is usually accepted over a person’s testimony. Yet for much of the 300,000 years a person’s word was likely very important.

When a “non-normal” lens is used, a “fish-eye” for example, we know that what we see is not what it “really looks like,” Imagine if the first time you saw a photograph and it was a fish-eye image of a building ? If you had never seen a photograph before you would probably not know what is a building—hypothetically if you did not know what a building was you would not know the photograph was a visual representation of something or anything.

A camera using a “normal lens (about 50mm focal length for a 35 mm camera) sees like the human eye and by “normal,” one that looks normal to the human eye.  We know other animals may have qualitatively different sensory capabilities such as sonar or a similar sensory experience which varies on a continuum of a quality—more or less.

We probably share many of our senses with other living firms on Earth. And where there are different sensual experiences, still they are used to differentiate the small particles into a common “set of things”  People “see” the mountain; a bat sonars the mountain; different senses but a common conclusion from differentiating and defining.  Or smell, both people and dogs can smell but the dog has a great capability doing this then do people.

Would it be the same for aliens from other galaxy ? Is there a finite number of “things” in the universe? Are they evenly distributed in the universe? Are “things” relative?

The first question—obviously life forms in the universe are made up of particles—call them“things”, if there are a finite number of things then the probably increases the chance for similarity of life forms by a limited poolof particles.

Second, how are particles distributed around the universe gives a feeling for their availability to be used which cold differ from regionally.

Third, relativity —any “thing” in the Universe means particles are “sensed” or “known to be a thing.” Does the thing actually exist “in nature” or is it a thing relative to the capabilities of some other thing observing it —subject versus object, thought we did that hundreds of years ago.

Waiting in the car outside Marina grocery store Union City CA


The sky is densely clouded, the forest is dark with Tamala trees; Krishna is afraid of the night .
O Radha, you alone must take him home. This is Nanda’s command.
But Radha and Krishna linger near a tree in the grove on their homeward path
To the bank of river Yamuna and their secret love prevails
Illustration of the first verse of the first canto of the Gita Govinda from The Blue God Lalit Kala Akademi
(Krishna and Radha are on the left.)

I Ching

I Ching is a a very old book. Fu Xi studied the interactions of Yin and Yang in th erelationship of Heaven, Earth and People and delivered the eight trigrams —八卦; bāguà—graphically representing the possible relationships between Heaven, Earth and People. They were arranged into the 64 hexagrams by King Wen —before he became King because he was a hostage. The Duke of Zhou wrote some commentary, the book was known as Zhōu Yì or Changes of Zhou—this all happened BCE. In the later Han dynasty many of the writings of and about Zhōu yì were consolidated, standardized, probably edited and re-assembled to be called the I Ching.

Previous posts presented examples of the hexagram Hsiao Kuo showing the possible changes of one line, two lines and three lines moving. Here are the possibilities of one hexagram Hsiao Kuo and four moving lines.

About 1970 I bought the Wilhelm/Baynes version I Ching with the forward by Carl Jung. I was an instructor of Sociology then and more focused on academic matters. Later I became a graphic designer (for over 35 years) and in my recent renewed interest I am first focusing on visual experiences of I Ching. This is a long term project on which I do a little every week as my eyes gradually learns to see.

The same thirteen pairs of hexagrams without the “descriptive words” enable easier visual experience of the relations between Yin and Yang from the possible movement of four lines in the hexagram Hsiao Kuo. Every understanding or interpretation of the original hexagram, here it Hsiao Kuo, may be affected by the moving line(s).

Photo of me by James Keller, about 1972-73

The Heart Sutra is a teaching by the Bodhisattva Avalokitesvara, the Buddha of Compassion, to the monk Shariputra:

. . . all dharmas are forms of emptiness, not born, not destroyed;
Not stained, not pure, without loss, without gain;
So in emptiness there is no form, no sensation, conception, discrimination, awareness; No eye, ear, nose, tongue, body, mind;
No color, sound, smell, taste, touch, phenomena;
No realm of sight . . . no realm of consciousness;
No ignorance and no end to ignorance . . .
No old age and death, and no end to old age and death;
No suffering, no cause of suffering, no extinguishing, no path;
No wisdom and no gain. No gain and thus
The bodhisattva lives prajna paramita
With no hindrance in the mind, no hindrance, therefore no fear,
Far beyond deluded thoughts, this is nirvana.

excerpt from Heart Sutra