Button & Cord
Monday, August 3, 2009
“Gloria! Gloria! I think I got your number, Gloria!” in italian playing on the Emerson cassette player. Olivia up to bat. That 57′ looking good off the block. Ahhh… the steam.
Wendy at the table you see here, tied up untangling a rats nest of cords. The latest find in the depths of this buildings’ belly. The slightest color change from midnight blue to black is doing strange things to my eyes.
Abbie looking through telescopes in search if the next block. This is a wild journey.
San Francisco wind, meet your worst enemy, the button and cord. This helps you not look like a fool chasing your hat down Market street after a gust of wind high jacks your lid.