homeward bound

wandering the streets of Yerba Buena

gathering this and that

watched by dogs

some that don't care

and some

that seem quite concerned

i visit the subject of one of my tattoos

[and debate whether to leave the property owners

a note : the ivy and fig are gaining on my jasmine!]

the pavements retain archeological evidence

of string long gone

and as ever, + marks the spot

a paint squiggle

is echoed in wire fragments

that become rubbings

with the help of a rather substantial graphite stick

[shown here with my teapot to give a sense of scale]

which i purchased at that fabulous art supply store on Pacifica

along with some nice Fabiano paper [at reduced price]

with which i am making a journal to take to

Sandra Brownlee's class in Scotland next month

 all this wandering 

required a rest at my favourite cafe

happily unchanged since 1976

later, on the long walk back to my camp in Japantown

i found some birds

who decided to join me

and

a lost heart

but

it wasn't mine