mural 1 Into the Swamp. Run for Your Life.

First, I asked, “What ever happened to Dick and Jane?”

“Long settled in Marin, they are living large off the money they made in tie dye, crystals and pot. On Saturdays, after lattes, white haired and hardy, in Birkenstocks and carrying their best hemp bags, they head to the farmer’s market for kale and roots, oils and unguents.

Insulated as always, Richmond is a world away. You can find them here and there.

Bruegel’s blind men follow the naked one into the swamp as the joker strides on with pot and pack.

“No clothes, no clothes.”

I ask myself, “Who could replace the statue of liberty”?

if she were to run away? The girl scout selling cookies”, of course.

I went to Japan to walk a pilgrim’s path and found it all roots and rocks. Each day I climbed 3,500 feet up, climbed 3,500 feet back down. Five days I chanted as I climbed “Roots and Rocks, Rocks and Roots, Oji Oji, Oji Oji “ What made me think a Buddhist path would be easy?

I asked myself, “is the Joker going to save us?” From the witch who mixes pills and candy until we don’t know which is which, from Alfred E Newmann with two n’s, from the people climbing ladders to jump and climb again, from the naked man?

a woman is rowing, as I often have, a man watching from a rock.

I ask myself, “What was I thinking?” Alfred says “no worries.” I tell myself, “At least, I like the way the ice bergs turned out”.