This first photograph was taken yesterday Monday, April 21, 2008. Playing with my shadow, I found a way to make the picture a little more exciting then just asphalt and a tennis ball. The second is another tennis ball taken the day before Sunday, April 20, 2008.
The third is of the third ball I had found. Synchronistically(Seriously: It just is; It is never planned!), it is page 3 of The Book of Secrets: Ritual Observations of Mapping the Ordinary and the Mundane. A glowing red dome partly submerged in water taken on Saturday November 11, 2006.
The fourth is the ball that fell into Lake Merritt on Saturday April 12, 2008 one cannot see the Tigger logo that I mentioned.
The fifth is the ball that the man slid across the street. This is a large green ball that color wise appears like a tennis ball. However, it is a softball that has expired. Again, this photograph was taken yesterday Monday, April 21, 2008.
Lastly, the word "IRIE" on the right photograph strip that frames these blogs is graffiti scribed in the cement. I took the photograph on Thursday April 17, 2008 on Adeline Street and Stuart about twenty-two steps or so to the left of Crixa Cakes at 2748 Adeline Street walking toward downtown Berkeley.
3 comments:
I just wanted to say thanks for stopping by today outside my house to beautify the neighborhood with your art and yourself. I look forward to our friendship. You're very inspiring.
Stacy on Oregon St.
please see my full comment at the end of part two "Lowered gaze"
the Undepreciable Estrella
it is in the noticing--
the catching glimpse of the world
rolling its way down oregon street
on its way into the lake of merit
of yes, of still and how and in this
moment here and now
that captured wholeness
floating by
the real of wondering
wondering why
that reel of seen
forgotten still
that thing that's not forgot
a sliding foot
unraveling ball
a looking still
without a wall
a wonder not at this be true
a seeing still
through eyes of you
and yet
and still
and round
or flat
or even that the end is that
i wonder, yet,
is this still true?
they eyes of what becomes of you
i love the shadow
pinching
out
the real imagined
here
on out
and words
so luscious
rolling by
the ball to find
and wonder
sigh
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