A HUMBLE PAGE OF BEAUTY


This is a humble page of beauty.  These images are not the majestic vistas of Ansel Adams, nor the erotic toilet bowls and cabbages of Edward Weston, nor Irving Penn's powerful closeups of the debris of civilization.

These are the common city dweller's reaction to the variety of shapes, forms, and interactions that he passes by each day.  As in---hmmm, that fire hydrant, building, window...etc. in conjunction with all that's around it, is more pleasing to my eye than the almost identical landscape across the street.  I wonder why?  This is city beauty where NO BEAUTY WAS INTENDED.  It is a moment's light pleasure.  It is the force generated between objects that are not usually interesting by themselves.

I am an urban human.  Even the natural that I deal with is small; a tree, grass, flowers; no tourist would come to see it.  And maybe no tourist of the mind does see what there is to see right in front of them.

So, in we plunge.

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1.  Coned Roof--San Francisco/early70's.  There it
sits like a party hat on a drunk.

2.  Guardian Sea Horse.  Always have one nearby.  They neither
eat nor bark.

3.  To some, a loaf of bread, a jug of wine....to me, a
patterned roof, an angled companion building--you get the
point.

4.  Signs leaning forward in intimate conversation;
is it a deep secret or just gossip being shared?

5.  Peace and quiet.  The trees have space.  The park benches
are placed so that if two people sat down at different benches,
they couldn't comfortably speak to each other.  I like that.

6.  The lighting is contrasty beach lighting.  The latticed fence throws
an interesting shadow on the sidewalk--adding to the beauty is the garbage
on the sidewalk--this is no beach, it is Mission Street, San Francisco.  Only a
lucky urban dweller gets to see it.