I have to look sharp for work so I get the best value for the buck. I buy my shirts through mail order and my ties from the drugstore.

I have often wondered how long it takes to assemble the displays at a jewelry store and then take them down at night and do it day after day. I think I would lose interest soon and find it tedious instead. It's the same way with limos I suppose. They used to be intimidating and interesting but now they are as utilitarian as a truck.
I have found that the images have a warm tone if I take them as soon as they appear on the screen. If I wait for the shutter to adjust longer then the colors cool off a lot.

The Chinese foot doctor is away on vacation perhaps walking in China. I'd rather live in a smaller place where I could walk from one end of town to the other.

Seagate started here in Scotts Valley and was a major presence for a long time. They began and dominated the hard drive industry. Al Shugart was a mythical figure but he was really an approachable and friendly guy. Eleven years ago I worked for a courrier service here and Seagate was the main client. We shuttled everything for them, mail, raw materials, graphics, air freight, everything except people. Now I drive some of their top people. It's amazing to me how one person could start something that would reach out and affect so many people. I feel like I am still working for Al.

Foggy day in the city. Two homeless guys were having a lively discussion in a doorway. The guy standing was wearing a purple blanket and a rainbow headdress. Next door was a new place under construction and a sign that reads: something new coming soon. I hope so.

I noticed that a window screen was bending the light waves but I could only send one image to my email because sometimes the pics take more than the 95kg limit.

I came home and found a box by my door: the shirts I ordered by mail. The days of mail-order are back, too bad it was too late for Montgomery Wards. Next I'll be getting bugles, wicker ottomans, piano tuners, and tincture of laudanum.

This last one though drawn by a kid is a portrait of an adult in a grownup moment. How can I accept this? What do I do now? How could I lose that? How could someone do that? Where did I leave my blackberry?

This piece is attributed to a 1st grade artist. I think there is a major art scandal brewing right under our noses.

I looked at the display more carefully. Apparently all the kids grades 1-5 drew noses the same way, paid someone to draw them all first, downloaded them from a computer, or were drawn by adults.

Kids art on display. I remember one day in the 3rd grade a nun took me by the hand outdoors and yelled at me: look at the sky! It comes all the way down! Not just the top of the page! I wanted to take her by the hand to Italy and tell her: look at Cimabue! He does the same thing I do!

Is it real? I couldn't tell. A flower without fragrance is like a man without knowledge. I think that was written by a scholar who had no experience working with his hands. There is book knowledge which is taught, then there is knowledge that is caught.

Half of the stores in a strip mall I visited were empty but the frame shop was full of merchandise. A store with art of this quality is here to stay.

On the northeastern edge of silicon valley lies the kingdom of Cisco. There must be a hundred buildings like this. To the east rise the barren Fremont hills and to the west lie the vacant and long unused farmlands waiting to be sold off for development. There are so many Cisco buildings that it is nearly impossible to locate an office by the address. I had to call the client who gave me specific directions to a particular parking lot and then she came outside and waved at me. Welcome to the high tech capitol of the world and good luck getting good cell phone coverage.

He is omnipresent. While waiting at the international gate I saw a guy reading the book. The couple I picked up discussed it all the way back to their house. She said she read it all, she started in Italy, a lifetime ago. A well read friend, and a good writer too, said : never touch the stuff. I agree, it didn't cast a spell on me.

At the airport I looked up and saw an architectural feature I had not noticed before. They're windows in the shape of early flying wings. They are about 50 feet up. I took several shots but liked them all especially the ones that looked like a kind of stained glass.

The car wash, maybe I'll tour the car washes in the entire metropolitan bay area.