Tuesday, October 06, 2009
Eyeballs Ready! - the photos I stockpiled till now
It has been pretty much a total wordfest here lately, which must be very irritating to my many illiterate visitors. However, during the long image-free interregnum, I did have the good fortune to stockpile a, how you say, crapload of photos worth the effort of your focusing your beady little peepers upon them. Behold them now, and tremble, o masters of the internet: My Photos, a Veritable Crapload thereof!
First, a few low-res items from the cellphone:
From my walk from the express bus stop at the foot of Bush street: One Bush Street, getting a little makeover:
From a Friday evening late in the month, when I ran into Critical Mass and thankfully not vice-versa:
At the Bay Area Discovery Museum for kids, a view through a massive section of redwood trunk:
And finally, from Rosh Hashona, here’s an atmospheric shot: the Amidah is a big, heavy prayer full of personal communication with the all-powerful forces of the universe. It’s usually said in a manner that invokes privacy and interiority. When I went to services at the Arboretum, we all went outside for the Amidah and stood around a gorgeous little meadow to pray for re-integration and renewal. I leaned against a massive redwood to read my little machzor to myself, and then looked up and ad libbed a little dialogue with the inexpressible while gazing up at this:
Okay, that was a refreshing warm-up. Now let’s bring out the big guns. Big cute guns.
First: Jesse, contemplative.
Next: Jesse, deflecting blame onto a defenseless if well-loved teddybear.
Next: Jesse, morphing into Froghead Jesse.
Next: Jesse, gleefully ignoring his brother’s assiduous gaming.
All this may make you wonder why I’m only photographing Jesse. It is because Zach is not photogenic. Here, I will show you.
Okay, let’s shake off that insulin rush with a few photos taken on my innumerable perigrinations around this my city faire:
At the GGPark Carrousel (yeah, they spell it that way, garrish, eh?), a rhinestone cowboy’s petrified steed:
At the Sutro Bath ruins, a strangely 3-D image of the Seal Rocks blowhole (try embiggening this one in particular, it’s kind of cool):
Also at the bathhouse ruins, the view from inside the tunnel:
Out at the wharf with my dad and family, here’s the chocolatorium sign and the Maritime Museum rehab project:
Also at the Maritime Museum, newly-refurbished tile mosaics - and this is nothing compared to the frescos in the main lobby:
At the piers, a view through the headworks toward the Jerry O’Brian, the last surviving Liberty Ship:
At Pier 39, where the sea lions hang out: here to kick some seagull butt
I think we’re all now in a properly awe-struck and meditative frame of mind. Let’s wrap up with some appreciation of the weird and wonderful things that have come my way in the recent past. Some are weird; some are wonderful; and some partake freely from both conditions. However, in any and every case, your life is incomplete until you’ve seen:
Down in our backyard area, the landlady (or maybe her mom?) has started home-curing her own bacon. I can’t help but think that it’s probably really good, and I’m impressed as hell that they have the marbles to eat this stuff but more power to ‘em:
A recent addition to the Chuck L. Hutte Galleries is this amazing image of the beloved Dr Girlfriend from The Venture Brothers. Mia made it for us; hit her up at her Etsy shop and she’ll do you right too. But it will perforce be a pale imitation, because this Dr G is super-great and paranormal:
come on, click through on this enlargement and immerse yourself in the amazitude!
Additionally, as if that were not enough, the final book in the Outlander series recently arrived at our home. YES it is being read. NO not yet by me. Cool your jets, and if you have not already done so, it looks like you’ll want to read the Lord John books too just to get fully prepped:
But wait, there is more! Have I mentioned the unbelievably cool sweatshirt I recently got made by the genius who created the design for this very self-same blog? It is just about the coolest warm thing ever made, to commemorate the wonderful day care facility where J attends:
Yes, it’s juvenile-artifiact-toting mongol warrior! It makes me happy when he’s marauding across my chest. However, to close things out, I got one more nice chestful of graphics to share with y’all - yesterday when I got home from work Kel gave me a t-shirt with this design on the pectoral region, in appreciation for my long hours not being sick and taking up the slack while she gets over walking pneumonia:
Kids, ask your grandpappy about this one. I’m loving it. It’s such a commentary on the purity of aesthetics. Which is, I think, my cue to be done with this. Have an eyeball-satisfying day and I’ll see about catching up with you later on with something about my giant toe cyst or the old typewriter or something. Just get off my back for right now, already. I am so done for today.
