It was cold out and you wanted noodles

The day started getting brighter.

Two odd doors

facing the back alley

Dusk and dark blue

Waiting for potatoes and thin cut pork chops

Remnants of the year's decorations

basking under a cardboard sun

The evening sky

blue and purple; orange and lemon

The township wanted yellow lights

The man with the mustache wanted a luxurious one

A path that we named

Apaththrutown

Racing to the fence line

They are hard charging doggies.

They asked for the keys to open the trunk

So what could we say but, "U got it".

A banner with some message

and street vendors with Chicharrones de harinas.

When lights change less often

The lights change during the commute home.

Watching over sand and sea

Sandals, towel and and bag of chips.

Stopping at 800

One more in a string of twenty-five.

Scrap paper tiny green frame

Window view for the slow afternoon train ride.

You were flying south

and I was wondering what to have for lunch.

They told him he would need to register the red truck

The non-op didn't include street parking.

Two balloons held by strings

Struggle to be released

Passing a freight while traveling by trolley

The pieces never reach above mid-arm level.

Markers covered the plastic boot

Phoenix iron as a gateway to the storm drain

Fenced off the back of the market

We had ice tea in a can with picante corn nuts.

They left their normal shapes for new ones

Floating to such heights.

The signs not carried in protest

These are different signs than the other signs that were not carried in protest.

Home furnishing with Lee Marvin

He doesn't need a reason. He don't care what you got.

Standing on the other side of the divide

Your spring hat, your turquoise suit.

The sign was read, the car was parked

The bricks were red, the paint splashed white.

That tree they were going to trim

Got trimmed.

A flat item box

on the sidewalk storing flat items.

Playing catch when that stray dog arrived

Chewing craters in our football so we stuck it in a pail.

The waxing power of a radiating sun

melt sticks of pigment.

Indigenous peoples bar

Free from the intrusion of foreign culture.

A guy in need of 25 cents

A portrait in ballpoint on a box.

You clutter my view

with your billboards, machine arms and blinking lights.

If color were to return

and if skies were to turn blue. We could look beyond the palms and pop those balloons.

The bus pulled up next to your car

Even the ads gazed down into your vehicle

Parking at the grocery store

The bike racks were full.

Employee of the month

Portrait inside of a matchbox

Aquarium family

Portrait with the family chair and goldfish

Painted over heaven

You climbed in darkness carrying your cans and roller only to have the buff patrol cover your piece.

When they ran out of bucket paint

it became very inconvenient.

17 newspaper racks of various types

Almost all give up their publications for free. Some do double duty as trash receptacles. The other duties are to provide visual clutter for passersby and a convenient canvas for tags.

Camille Rose hanging dolls

backs stuck to the walls in gravity defying fashion.
They sneak up on the surveillance camera hoping the day pass doesn't expire.

Vines grow from there to here

Covering the blue wall and over the window.

Passing a hole where there was once a pole

The unsteady brightness of aluminum foil covering our favorite cup holder.

G wall walk

G is a concept and a letter on a wall

It was around four in the afternoon

Editing photos and replacing worn out soles.
May 2011

A bridge piece

was blocking our access

_get the ride on

at a station called Diridon

Across from the 60s building

a box lifted off the ground

As we pass you

the night only gives us streaks of light

That place on 1st

not this one but another

has a fake blue background