there is art
January 20, 2010

along nearly every stretch of my commute home: in la placita olvera where the church bells ring every hour on the hour; at lincoln park where the high walls of la plaza de la raza look over the glassy lake; along huntington drive, home to xocolatl and its mayan cacao; and here, in the junk yards on mission, where men smell like oil and whistle and holler at drivers all day long, “Pasele! Pasele!”

I’m glad you’re back to posting! i missed seeing your work