Objects one finds on the ground. Impossible not to pick up things. The smiley face looking one I found on a rainy evening outside Jessica Minckley's studio after visiting the Dawson Weber / Vi Ha "Wall Calendar" exhibition. For those of you who missed it: you shouldn't have. This is a great memory from the past - Vi's complex multi dimensional folded paper books and Dawson's lovely abstract prints together marking time. Link to exhibition web page.
More are the little friends - friends with a double gift: the strength to be passed over and the power of grace. These are documents of my own passage through space and time.
Look at the curls and the lines and the sometimes colors. There is age present. For years I would walk and drive at night the streets of Hollywood, of downtown, of Diamond Bar and of La Canada. Santa Monica Blvd from las Palmas to Robertson and then on to Coldwater Park in Beverly Hills. 8th Street from the east side of downtown to the abandoned Ambassador Hotel and then on west.
When in the past I did go out cruising or to a club I generally did so alone and if it was a club with bands playing I'd spend my time in the parking lot, watching. Picking things up was safer than talking with or picking up people.
A quote I almost recall (and almost certainly mis-remember – refashioning it to suit my own needs) from a 1971 visit to the Winchester House in San Jose: “These same things people our lives.” I saw this on a stained glass window and somehow it stuck with me.