TINA ERICKSON
  • ART
    • Painting >
      • Rescued
      • Nothing is Everything
      • To Bits
      • Urban Birds
      • Flight Signs
      • Friends of Ethelbert and Stinkweed
    • Photography >
      • The Disquieted Quiet
      • Lollygag When Passing
  • ABOUT
  • CONTACT

ZIG ZAG TRASH LOUNGE

7/2/2020

0 Comments

 
Since my current camera hit its demise from tiny grains of sand, I use my camera from 8 years ago. It has dings and scrapes on the lens from the bicycle accident that broke my wrist. This camera, although damaged, is an object of value. I add a few more photos to the thousands it has helped me create. The quality is not my focus as much as the act of seeking and understanding, the space and time moved through. Objects give clues to intangible consciousness, an ebb and flow of chance circumstance.

A man looks at his phone while walking a dog, a zig zag of unawareness. I hopscotch through the street guessing his next step. "Pick a side", I think loudly. I look around for an opening with no humans. I take my mask off one ear to breathe deeply, then quickly wrap the ear strap back around my ear. I am tired of not walking with my mouth naked and haphazardly ajar, for no other reason than it is how things used to be. I ponder when breathing unencumbered will be safe again. I am frustrated with these repeated thoughts, but it is not about me. It is about all of us working together for the wellness of humanity. I know this needed wellness extends way beyond simply wearing a mask. 

I walk past an apartment building where two men are chatting while smoking cigarettes. One yells to me, "Great day, isn't it?!" I yell back, "I guess as great as it can be!" I feel bad for my lack of enthusiasm when his energy is upbeat. He yells back, "It's always great when you have rock stars!" I am not sure what this means, but picture myself at a rock concert, standing right next to the stage. The men continue chatting and I walk on. 

I pass a honeysuckle vine again. This plant, I can smell through my mask. I close my eyes and take a deep breath. My eyes well up, but I do not let the tears drop. I let the plant signal a feeling of known comfort and continue on, finding courage in the perplexing present. 
Pink flowers on vine next to fence
Do not spray pesticide free zone sign
wires rope tape and tubes
strawberry in leaves
basketball near tree
smashed coke can
heart on wall with ivy
passionflower
plastic toy barrel
Lavender flowers
missing cat flyer on phone pole
black chairs near dumpster
0 Comments



Leave a Reply.

    THE DISQUIETED QUIET

    photography and writing 
    ©Tina Erickson


    ARCHIVES

    July 2021
    June 2021
    May 2021
    April 2021
    March 2021
    February 2021
    January 2021
    December 2020
    November 2020
    October 2020
    September 2020
    August 2020
    July 2020
    June 2020


    CATEGORIES

    All
    Architecture
    Beach
    Birds
    Blue
    California
    Cemetery
    City
    Design
    Fire
    Flowers
    Graffiti
    Mask Wearing
    Memory
    Nature
    Ocean
    Photography
    Poetry
    San Francisco Bay
    Signs
    Street
    Urban Wildlife


    THANKS FOR STOPPING BY! 
    Please save a bookmark for this blog in your browser, and visit again at your leisure. I'll be posting often.