An unusual route taken after biking my kid to camp and then stopping in at the school district office to again prove we live within the district for the coming school year. At least I saw some beautiful decay because of it.
Earlier this year I changed my morning route to work by bicycle. I was hoping to find an easier way to cross busy Sacramento St near the BART station (which I did), and the side benefit was coming across this specimen.
My poor old ’99 Impreza hadn’t had any TLC for thousands and thousands of miles. It was starting to complain to me. It whined when I cranked the wheel to pull away from the curb. It slammed its wipers into the hood with every wipe. It stubbornly plodded when I tried to spur it on.
So, on a drizzly bay morning before work last week, I dropped it off for servicing in west Berkeley. Unfortunately, my bike doesn’t quite fit in the little guy, so after running down the list of complaints to the service manager, I left on foot. I missed the Ashby Ave bus by seconds. Off I went on my damp, 2.5-mile walking commute through Berklandville. While I was hurrying to get to work, I decided to make the most of it and stop to shoot when necessary. Like when I came across these guys, slowly disintegrating in the urban wilderness of the East Bay. At least I got my Subaru feeling better before it came to a similar fate.
Apparently, someone over by my place of employment is into overseas Fords. While walking to Market Hall for an afternoon snack, I spied a couple of sixties-looking foreign cars parked on the street. Or is that foreign-looking sixties cars? Anyway, both turned out to be Fords. A search online revealed that the Anglia was a British car made by Ford for a good long time. And stylish too! Stay tuned for a photo of the other one, a Ford Cortina.
This is the first one of a little batch of photos shot in Crockett and Port Costa last weekend. 10 years in the Bay Area and it was my first visit to this charming, David Lynch-like oasis. If only I had known, I would have been out here every weekend.
The car reminds me of a girl I knew in high school. She used to go around saying that a fortune teller told her she would not live to be 21. Of course I didn’t believe her. But it turned out to be true.
Theo has a video project to interview somebody doing something, and to shoot each step of the process. He decided to interview me about taking photographs. This is a picture we took across the street to illustrate the process. It sort of reminds of a cow for some reason. Maybe I’ll post the video later, when he’s all done with it.
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