Matthew and I walked in the near-rain to the Ferry Building. In the stores there, I bought a REDACTED and three DELETED for Becky. We sat outside eating Mexican food, my back to the Bay.
Matthew looked out across the water. “Lihui is back in the Port of Oakland.” I nodded. “You know, the scrap steel ship on the Honolulu run? A big old Art Deco rustbucket. It’s just nice to see it back.”
This morning, on the Bay Bridge, I looked at the water to the south. Fog obscured the land on both sides, and low dank clouds stretched almost to Alviso. A broad strip of pale pink sky lay on the horizon. It backlit two freighters anchored off Oakland. I thought of pulling over to take a photo until I remembered where I was, on a high-speed suspension bridge with no breakdown lane.
We had a similar experience last week while crossing the Hood Canal Bridge. Something dark and mysterious was flipping its tail and side fins in the water. We could see it surface, and the gulls were circling all about it. Couldn’t get a good look though, and there’s no breakdown lane, so we had to drive by and let the moment go.
Sure hope Becky likes her redacted and deleted gifts.
Happy Solstice, Chris.
I really miss the bay area. Every time I watch one of those discovery channel things done there (mythbusters, some hand-tool racing show, etc.) I get sad… they visit places like the east bay vivarium, urban ore, downtown oakland, etc.
plus people there don’t try to outlaw being a decent human being like they do here.
=v= Hey, I went there on Saturday for the Farmers Market and picked up a REDACTED and a couple of DELETEDs myself. Plus, in a back corner, I got CENSORED and also 404 NOT FOUND.
Had some good Mexican food there, too.
Call me crazy, but I like to get my wife actual gifts instead of adjectives.
I guess you Californians roll a little differently.
ok dammit, this is the last straw. That damned patriot act has finally gone too far.
(and if you don’t think that’s funny, give me a break — it’s almost 4 am.)
That last paragraph is word music, a poem paragraph.
It’s funny but when I try to describe something that I really wish I could have photographed, the words turn out like that.