8/01/2016

Too much Time and nothing to do...

it's Sunday anyway...



.... it's summer,,,just the perfect time

to attend the Stern Grove summer concerts...


the San Francisco ballet performed
to the joy of the afternoon audience...

as usual families and friends filled
the grove under overcast skies.

t'was something for the soul...
time to reflect...

time to reinvigorate...
time to clear the mind
with the week's clutter...
this is not the prelude to "kata guruma"
time to pack up your troubles.

the eyes desire and did not with-hold
from any pleasure... 


try to remember this kind of summer
when the hills turn to gold
Alexander way to Sausalito

and the joys that come with it
are here to stay....

time to call it a day.

that's all folks!

guten abend!
bonne nuit!
Большое спасибо, Bal'shoye spaseeba !
hasta la vista!

jt

7/23/2016

Anything goes...

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around the artists topsy-turvy world...

what happens next is anybody's guess...
the bohemian spirit runs on spontaneous gas.
A Hungarian tourist at my easel and his wife taking a photo

the road map is pictured in the mind...
along and in between, a path is taken
the trail at the San Pedro park in Pacifica
capriciously like the wind blows but
still mindful of where the compass needle points.
Hwy 1 south in Pacifica
This journey promises unexpected
experiences that forge maturity
on his/her creative struggle and
evolution.
poppies at wieler ranch trail in Pacifica
The welter of details have to be edited
to gain focus and clarity towards
heavy fog at lake merced (harding park)
the goal of achieving a satisfactory end.
A few might cut off their ears but still will
end up to some kind of greatness.
pacifica surfers
The struggle is rough and tumble like that 
of a washing machine but the 
absorption in the endeavor is
unremitting.
To a musician the search for the
magical tone is invaluable ; to the painter it may
be a color to dictate the mood
and to the writer, it may be the 
appropriate word or phrase...
lest it's found the
search continues. As a mountain
climber scales his way up so
does the artist/musician/writer
moves in a dialectical upward 
spiral.

The days of the modern bohemian is not as bad as 
it was a couple of centuries ago. Nowadays, the 
thresholds to survive are better even where
resources for subsistence are dismal.
So there are those who choose to have
the freedom to create over security.
L-R :Samantha, Holiday Olivia, Ari and Burd

The situation of consumption dependence
between the rich and the artists is 
still pretty much the same. Symbiotic in nature.
They are inevitable partners in creating
late afternoon on Powell st 
and preserving culture without which
mankind is lost in the wilderness
the bookstore on Haight st
of anxiety and deprivation.
And peace and sanity would seem
an everlasting chase.
twilight jogger in the Marina area

that's all folks!

bonne nuit!

jt

6/09/2016

Walk through a storm....

till death do us part....

is not exactly simple as the birds and the bees...
migrant Canadian geese at harding park

it has been the standard recitation
for lovers leading up the aisle.
fog on highway 1 in Pacifica
Early evening in Pacifica

in the early evenings,
the fog and the hills in Pacifica
are locked in an endless embrace
as if they're saying
"we'll make a space and 
share the moments till eternity"....

nature certainly had demonstrated
this for as long as Pacificans can 
remember. And for all we know,
this phenomenon had been
from time immemorial.

Mother and daughter on Bay at Larkin st

however, with the modern times
it seems that lifestyles

museum day at Legion of Honor
and everyday stresses
bring about conundrums
and dubiousness to this social
norm of romantic promise and pledge.

the evolution of culture from the west,
hollywood romantic and sentimental movies
and the age of aquarius cast its
Haight St
influence around the planet,
intentionally or not, the notion
of commitment was obfuscated.
the coffee roastery on chestnut st...hung out here since mid 90s

Permanence in commitment has become more like
an ideal aspiration than an objective reality.
floundering boat at lake merced..
Nowadays, the promise is foggy and tentative
in nature. There is fear and vacillation.
It's just a matter of time before one
is painfully manifested as part of
statistics.


in the earlier part of the 20th century,
it seems society was able to resolve
and avoid with pride, differences
and misunderstandings for those
in relationships. Perhaps life was
slower and financial difficulties
that bear down, among other
sociological reasons,
aren't as common as they are today.
Bay at Larkin St

there is probably none among us 
who has not been gypped for one reason
or another. The good news is that we learn
from it and we try to be nice
not to do it to the next person.
A correctional relief , if you will,
to the dimension of the idealism
and forever-ness of commitment.

Speaking of hollywood, it might interest
you to watch two of my favorites:
"Carousel" and "the promise".

that's all folks!

Gute Nacht! 
Bonne Nuit!

5/29/2016

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