This “abandoned couch oakland” was found just around the corner from my cottage in Redwood Heights @ Fair Avenue and Wilke Street. Not a typical find for my neighborhood, so I was incredibly happy when I stumbled upon it and considered stretching out on the dirty coverlet for a quick nap amidst the fallen leaves and the crumpled FREE sign.
Found around the corner from each other, these two abandoned couches on Waller and Fillmore. Usually, I find all my stuff walking, but I was driving when I saw these. I had to pull over for obvious reasons. Aren’t they awesome!?
found on 16th @ dolores this table top with scrawled angry message which read: “Did you think that you could take from me with no reciprocative actions? Aren’t you silly. Who do you think you were fucking with? I overestimated you. No one I really know would bring that to my table.” Yowzer! Them’s fightin’ words!!!
found on bartlett @ 21st, red seedy melon in plastic bag. as i leaned in to take this shot, the woman in the brown pumps said to the woman in the stilettos, “they don’t clean these streets. i mean, they don’t use power washers. that’s why they’re so dirty.” isn’t that awesome?!
found on cedar alley at polk street these two outstanding recliners. one, a faux leather beauty with a golden haired sleeping bag aloft its battered skin. the other, a motley stained beast with three colorful condoms strewn willy nilly around the back of its mighty ass. both, deliciously filthy and worthy of admiration.
found on caledonia between 15th and 16th this morning. i got so excited when i saw the sign, but sadly, the bunny costume was nowhere to be found. maybe it hopped away…maybe the bunny was invisible (like harvey)…maybe that’s who the prodigious smelling gentleman who was nestled deep in his blanket shanty a few feet away was talking to. maybe he was talking to the bunny…
found on 11th at minna, this small empty carton of milk rising from the asphalt like an architect’s dream, forceful, dramatic, with clean lines dancing from its colorful surface. thank you for being there, Berkeley Farms Vitamin D milk carton. thank you for being exactly where you were yesterday morning relative to the buildings, the power lines, the sun. i really, really like you.
found strewn across an expanse of the sidewalk on the corner of 15th at dolores. i was crouched down getting down close to the nuts to take this photo when the UPS guy in his passing truck stopped and said asked “are you ok?” pretty sweet, huh?
found on 15th street between market and castro, four broken records, artfully arranged.
did human hands place the vinyl this way? or did they fall so cleverly on their own? who broke the records? and why? was it part of a lover’s quarrel? did the angry partner, in a fit of rage, thrust his hubby’s prized possessions down down to the unforgiving walkway beneath their bedroom window? were his hands shaking as he slid his beloved’s classic chic album “dance, dance, dance, yowsah, yowsah, yowsah” from its colorful sleeve? did he pause to consider the grim consequences of his terrible act before heaving “yowsah” full force to its ultimate demise? could his lover ever forgive him? was this the beginning of the end?
found in a dried leaf ridden tree well on dolores between 15th and 16th, mid-cloudy-afternoon. see the magic apple gnome peeking its curmudgeonly face and one bright blue eye from the shriveling fleshy source of the half-eaten delicious apple.
ode to the comfortably numb & totally fabulous paper cup.
crushed. flattened. kicked to the curb.
no worries. relaxed. colorful.
nuzzling tenderly with the marlboro light in the bright summer hayes.
nestled in dying leaves.
becoming again, the thing it once was.
earthy pulp and soil.
the quietness of disintegration.
found on the altar of mission dolores church on dolores at 16th. when i walked by two hours later, the peanut butter and bread had been placed beneath a tree at the edge of the sidewalk, but the flowers, the photo of saint therese and the cherry remained.
it’s very common in SF for people leave food on or near the base of trash cans so other people who might be hungry can easily find it. here we find a loaf of half eaten whole grain bread, its large plastic blowing in the 8:39am thursday morning wind down market street at duboce. it was doing its own thing amongst other things which were also, interestingly, doing their own things. and so it goes…