@RMa 😘💕💕 Mooiiiiiiiin ☕🥐

@karlauerbach absolutely. My new project has a hint of that, too. Trying to catch places just before they go. It may still not be at their peak and thus you still have to imagine their prime, but it's a half-step closer.

When I was an undergrad one of the subjects we researched was why things are at the locations they are. Things like fall-lines on rivers mattered during the pre-steam era, and transportation has always mattered - look how Bruge froze in time when its harbor silted up.

The dynamics of "why is it here" have long fascinated me. North of Santa Anita (east of LA) you can hike up a canyon - fairly pristine - and come across a concrete highway bridge in the middle of nowhere connecting nothing to nothing. There was once a highway, but it washed away leaving only the bridge.

Have you been to Rosie The Riveter National Park? It was once a huge industrial facility during WW-II. Now it is silent. It's peer facility, across the SF Bay near Sausalito, is complete gone - just a mud flat.

@karlauerbach that sounds absolutely fascinating, I love learning how things came to be - words and phrases, places, people. I haven't been to the places you've mentioned but I share your fascination with these backgrounds. An endless well of stories.

It seems that we both are intrigued about how the past has become the present.

I remember once when I was at St. Davids in Wales looking at a stone wall - my mind went all James Mitchner (from the novel The Tell) and started thinking about how the stones were formed, how they came to be picked up by the wall builders, what was the life of those wall builders, who has passed by that wall, and so forth.

I am also quite interested in the moment of inflection where a person changes from a person with a known home to become an immigrant. What was the sense upon realizing "I can no longer remain here"? Here in California we are the accumulation of many human migrations - from the ice ages down to the present. I live only a few hundred yards from the old Spanish Kings Road - El Camino Real - and I wonder about the people who traveled upon it.

In Westminster I stood on the grave of a composer and hummed his music back to him - it was a moment of emotion shared through time.

@andhow in mine, or in the subjects? Perhaps both.

Well, both. And in all things, really. I remind myself of that sentence when I worry about collapse, ruin, aging, illness, book covers fading on the shelf, etc. Things take on new shapes even if they’re not what we originally planned.

@cvvhrn matches how I feel right about now

yeah I know exactly what you mean.

@oldguycrusty thank you so much. I am so very fortunate that there are people who value it. It keeps me going, it really does.

@sagilca yo no me puedo ir, por trabajo, solo deje de publicar hace un tiempo. Rabia. A ver si los clientes dejan de considerarlo

A ver, que yo aún no he borrado la cuenta de Twitter porque quería asegurarme de guardar bien ciertos contenidos, la tengo congelada con aviso desde hace siglos, a ver si de esta semana no pasa ya.

Insta me dio pena porque sigo montonazo de cuentas de colectivos por allí, pero...

Al principio me daba palo cerrarlas porque por lo currar en comms, pero tal como van las cosas si tengo que buscar curro nuevo no sé ya de qué va a ser 😁

@sagilca se están pasando muchas aquí y a Bluesky..la última un centro social de mi barrio que agrupa a varios colectivos. A los que podemos y ya han dado el paso allí les estamos animando para que entren aquí tambien