We managed to make it to Oakland’s Art Murmur last night. among the venues was a place full of vintage cars. Cool ones. Including this Chevelle in mint condition.
We finally made it back to Art Murmur this last Friday. It had been several months since the last time we made it down there. We probably would not have made it on our own, but the excuse of hanging out with friends we had not seen in a while was also irresistible. In the intervening time, the first Friday art gallery night in downtown Oakland has continued to grow. This night several blocks of Telegraph Ave were closed to traffic and filled makeshift stages, street vendors, buskers, food trucks, and drunks. It was also my first time shooting out on the street with the replaced D800, and I took couple dozen shots. This is my favorite one of the night. I saw her first and lined up to get her contrasted against that outrageous orange wall, and then she saw me and gave me this fantastic smile. That’s hella Oakland for ya.
I remember listening to a long, tinny mp3 a friend passed along of some noise-rock band. Even through the bad fidelity, the mesmerizing intensity of swirling time distortion hooked me. When Val pinged me again, this time with tickets, I wasn’t going to let a Monday night prevent me from checking them out live. So off we went to downtown Oakland to hear The Psychic Paramount. Dizzying. Crushing. Time-stretching. Fantastic. Transcendent. Inspirational. Click an image below to view the slide show.
Now that I’ve got your attention… Shots from a concert of sound artists at Liminal Space in Oakland last Friday. Thomas Carnacki performed a piece with video projections. Opening the evening was Zachary James Watkins, followed by Vulcanus 68. Grinding, howling soundscapes, architectural imagery, and nice little art space. I’m looking forward to next time.
As we were returning to work from lunch, a co-worker asked if I had seen the hieroglyph couch. I said I hadn’t. She pointed down the block and across the street. I detoured over to take a look. This is about the fourth or fifth large piece of furniture left out on this four-block stretch of Shattuck over the last few months. But it’s the first to feature such fine inscriptions. The long-dead christmas tree was an added bonus.
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.
This was the view from my window at work in Oakland the other day. It has been pretty dramatic for several weeks now. Usually I don’t notice while I’m still working because I have the shade down and I’m hurrying to wrap things up and head home.
I saw a new car while biking to work the other morning. I passed it by at first, and then had second thoughts and turned around. This is a quick first pass at processing.
Found on the way home from work the other day. This is the black and white version, done using the selenium preset in lightroom. I’ll post the color version a bit later. Shot with the Nikon D300S.
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