Fourth of July

The Redwoods

After the neighbor turned off his leaf-blower, the forest was still, the wind rustling the leaves in the bay laurels, occasional dead leaves crackling down. With the whir of hummingbird wings, I raised my camera.


We left for The City (as they call it) about noon and in Guerneville, on the two-land road, traffic was backed up about five miles!  Must be the biggest Fourth of July festivities around.  (See poster.)  Of course, this is tourist season.  One bearded man in an American flag shirt was driving a low scooter.

All of the sandbars in the Russian River were full of beach umbrellas, towels on the sand, and swim-suited bathers.

River Road, which we use for getting around, had its usual contingent of cyclists clad in spandex, hunched over their lightweight bikes.

The River Bend Campground was full of trailers and tents.  The weather had heated up (to 72°!) the past few days and the grapevines are soaking up the sun.

San Francisco

Driving into The City, the Golden Gate Bridge was shrouded in fog.  The fog flowed over the hills from the Pacific like something in a scifi movie – an attack of a virulent plague.  (That’s the way the plague looked in The Ten Commandments, brought on by Charlton Heston.)


The Gap show at SFMOMA was fantastic, although my sister-in-law thought that the architecture of the roof top garden overshadowed the outdoor sculptures.

(The museum, designed by the Italian Swiss architect Mario Botta, is a major piece of art itself.  Sorry that my camera died before we left so I couldn’t get a photo; this from the Web.)

See my posting for an into to this exhibition.  Two whole floors of the museum house the art, with separate rooms for many of the artists like Warhol or Chuck Close.

Here are photos of pieces that I liked.  (Can someone with a good photo editor help me move the guy with the blue shirt to the left wall?)

The Caulder is a small stabile mounted on the wall.

A white painting sparked a play many years ago (presented at ATC) about a guy who bought a white painting trying to justify it to his partner. This one actually has a pencil grid drawn over the white paint.

I love Sera’s giant metal sculptures.

The first Chuck Close consists of four holograms that follow you as you walk past.  The second, incredibly, is a twelve-foot high tapestry of a photograph!

After three hours of museum (whew!) we joined my nephew and friends at a vegetarian Japanese restaurant (yes, vegetable sushi) and afterward ice cream at Humphry Slocombe (|_Flavors_|.html).  Salt and pepper ice cream?  Olive oil?  I had Secret Breakfast, which is bourbon and corn flakes – delicious.  Only in San Francisco.

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