March 1, 2025

I miss the chickens.  

My dream last night felt like it lasted six hours.  It started out on the highway to the Golden Gate Bridge.  I was in a car with Jiah and Annie.  Jiah was driving.  As we got closer to the bridge we came to an end and a place like an amusement park which had different rides to get you across the bay to San Francisco.  All of a sudden our car was gone and Jiah had jumped into a slide tunnel and it got thinner and thinner, but I watched him go through.  I stopped myself and Annie because I thought I'd get stuck.  We climbed out of the opening and walked around to the side of the tunnel and were told there were plenty of other rides we could take.  There were individual roller coaster cars, but none of them seem to be safe. They had no safety belts.  They were a pale blue and I had no idea what the tracks would entail.  Then I noticed friends were getting on other cars in a park.  They were collecting together like a train.  I couldn't figure out how to get through a fence to get to them.  Annie and I started walking along the fence and we came to a very rough sea on a large beach filled with people.  We walked down to the shoreline and jumped into the bay.  When we came back out we were on a deserted beach and we wanted to get back to the roller coaster cars.  

This dream went on like this for a long time.  At some point we saw Jiah riding on a roller coaster car with some other people we did not know.   And Kora, Annie's daughter, was on a car, too.  Eventually we found a place that looked like one was going through customs and there were different modes to travel to the lower level of what might have been an airport.  I was trying to decide between taking a slide or an escalator.  The official was trying to help me make a decision.  Annie jumped on a slide and left me at the top.  I am not sure why I was afraid of the slide, it had something to do with my weight.

I think I chose the escalator, but I woke up before I reached the end.

Saturday and no place to go before 2, forces me to do much of what I'd slough off on a normal Saturday morning.  I did a load of laundry, I washed some dishes, I wrote for a couple hours and I organized my work space a little.  

I sat out on the stoop for a bit with my 55 mm lens on.  I never shoot with it, but i wanted to shoot the installation so I'd put it on the camera and sat and watched the clouds push their way into the yard.  

Clara,  Skyler and I took down the installation.  What took 16 hours to hang took an hour to dismantle and pack away.  What took up 3 gallery walls laid flat and looked like nothing in a 6 inch deep bin. We rolled up the time line and laid the signs flat.  It's put to sleep.   What I'm glad of is that a lot of people found a lot of joy in it and they were sad to see it come down. I guess I should feel good about it.  

I am writing my guest blog for A Queen's Narrative.  So far it is 300 words too long. I assumed a page of text was 250 words, but that is an old fashion estimate.  The 3000 words I've already written is only 5 pages.  I have to start cutting now.  It's due in a week, but I hope to send it to them Wednesday afternoon.