Spring semester 1992 was the year of the riots. By day I repaired books at the Oakland Public Library in my sleep; up at 6:59 AM sharp, stumble onto the 71 Haight bus, switch to BART at Civic Center, off at Lake Merritt, negotiate four blocks in an indeterminate direction to the library (I still do not understand the geography of Oakland), be at my wooden table by 7:59 so Vi does not chop off my head. Take a brush, dip it in the glue, making sure not to wipe it on the sides of the container since that is...
Spent a night downtown in a hotel so I had some cool shots out the 20 story window.
The whole wall that I took a small slice of for Really Big Music
Sunset on buildings
A building on top of a building
Went for...