500 miles in the middle of nowhere...

essentially , that 's how it feels at times ....

when one is lost somewhat...

sometimes as a result of not having

"things to do" list...

train on market st

Somehow I feel comfortable

just to be partially spontaneous

and do things on the spur of the

moment...however, when hitches

arise...I find myself lost

500 miles in the middle

of nowhere.

on Franklin St...on the way to Pacific

for the moment, my target site for plein air

is the house that sits at the corner of

Pacific and Divisadero...

past the noontime sun, from

where I'm situated,

it appears grandeur but 

contains a contrasting element

in a sort of figurative manner...

it is lacking warmth...

"A house is not a home"...

lyrics of a popular song came to

mind the first time i saw it,

while i was spotting for plein air

sites and subjects around the city...

that contrast caught my interest

and attention to create a 

painting...

work in progress

well, it's break time...i'll continue

on another day...i just received a text

from somebody at the SF conservatory,

for a pop up sale down at Flax art store

on market...

I'll keep you updated on the

painting's progress.

that's all for now folks!

jt

Never a dull weekend...

in America the first week of May ....

celebrates mothers and/or motherhood...

sociologically speaking, i think, it

pertains more to the sacrifices

and challenges of the

undertaking....

and their consequent

contribution to society

via the kind of children they

bring up.

roses for moms is a tradition on mother's day
at St Brendan

then the spring cleaning weekend

comes up for us to get rid of stuff we

don't need...

I ran into 

Rachel and Parker, Annie and Gabe

on Irving

on Sunday after church....

doing their garage sale.

Rachel and Parker are moving to

Switzerland...

Rachel (left) and Annie (right)

on that same Sunday at the

Presidio grounds, "off-the-grid"

caters to hundreds of picnickers

basking in the afternoon sun...

When a parking spot at the Cole

Boulange is almost impossible to find,

 it must be

Bay to breakers ...

which also happens on 

a Sunday....

Thor, where art thou ?

goofy costumed participants...

somewhat refreshed after the craze...

tired and exhausted after the march...
they sat at the train stop...

at the bus stop....

The memorial weekend is at the end of the month...

originally to celebrate the soldiers who died in the

civil war and all the succeeding conflicts thereafter...

that's all folks!

jt

have you got the time ?

.... creative people are faced with the issue of managing time...

and that is amongst other problems like

finances and the sustenance for creativity...

Crissy field in SF on a warm sunny Friday

take a regular day where all deal 

with the same 24 hours...

for the sake of

calculating where time is really spent...

smartly or  whimsically squandered...

Rocky

imagine, if you will,

the following activities

require time allocation :

 night rest or sleeping

 for eight hours...

then as soon as one 

wakes up... there is freshening up

or bathroom time

for an hour...

breakfast for half an hour;

lunch for another half hour;

dinner for an hour;

2 coffee breaks for an hour total

to settle our nerves 

during the work hours;

commuting time to work

at least half an hour up to 

one and a half hours depending on your

work location;

work time for another eight hours...

let's not forget house cleaning;

laundry; dishwashing; cooking;

going to church on Sundays;

going to the supermarket; 
walking the dog; 
hugging the boa 

(make sure it's not the other way around);
swatting the fly;

scratching your back; 

tying shoe laces;

opening mail; surfing the net;

Fort Point, location for Hitchcock's Vertigo

a listening engagement with your 

girlfriend while in a traffic jam;

and other so called recreation

activities ...

tourists on bikes at Crissy Field

to summarize, the major time

takers are sleeping and work which

total 16 hours ...

how does one manage to 

allocate the balance of 8 hours

over the other activities

seem to require a Houdini act

from each and everyone...

and which we aren't...

suffice it to say we are

nothing but stressed out

lunatics...

Pierre Bonnard exhibit at the Legion of Honor

artists who work for themselves

fall short of these regular loonies...

but still find themselves

running after time...

Would it not be great, if for a moment

someone makes a revision of the 

24-hour day and makes it 48 instead?

just so we can have extra time

to goof around...

sometimes, one wonders if

Thoreau and Walt Whitman,

may have complained about time..

Perhaps, we need people like

Drucker, Humble and Batten

to keep us company in

this time driven world !

Theresa, SF classical guitar player/musician

...to be able to smile and 

have kind thoughts for our

fellow earthlings...

tourists doing selfies

that's all folks!

jt