"Save the human race...

...don't touch your fuckin face.."

~ from a song I am working on (that's right, I am quoting myself. Deal with it). It would make an excellent bumper sticker. Later. Too soon. Definitely too soon.

Strange days. I went out last Saturday night (3.21.20) in Portland and it was like being in a sci fi flick; empty parking lots, closed businesses, nervous looking people in masks and you think about every damn thing you touch and wonder whether a little invader is entering you. I watched empty trains sliding by and got a little chill. 

We will get through this, but it will get much worse (already has since I started this draft a few days ago). I imagine I will be posting on both blogs (the two I refer to are the most active, this one and the music history blog: A Music History, by Wayne R. Flower) more often now that I am sheltering in place. Meanwhile, the  clothes wear no emperor (from the same poem in progress). Be well. Pace yourself. Take walks. Create shit, even if, or hell, especially if you aren't an artist or necessarily creative - it helps, no one will have to see it! We are in for the long hall, let's take care of each other and ourselves since leadership is, eh...challenged.

Share this blog. I ain't on the Facebook (for personal reasons, no disrespect, and yes I know my request is ironic) I may be wrong, but I think people may like it about now...

Love to folks and Critters

Wayne Ray Flower II

All photos by Wayne R. Flower


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My boy Denni has made sheltering in place a better place to be.....

Odd electric fruit.....

                          
'KILL YOUR LANDLORD' - I can't remember the origin of this phrase/sentiment, a song I think. Tensions with landlords (a term I stopped using, it took a while - but I am not a serf nor are they my lord; it is their building, it is my home, we have a contract. You can quote me on that) are rising in towns and cities everywhere, especially densely populated urban areas, as demands for a rent freeze ramp up. Things will get ugly, it is certain. Hoping better natures prevail among the privileged owner class.....










"RaaaaaaaaaayyyyyyyyNeeeeeeeeeeeeerBeeeeeeeeeeeeeer," (for those old enough to remember the old commercials).....

The Holy Bus Stop Stump.....

                                                              The wild gas tank in its unnatural habitat. Shhhh....It's almost feeding time.....

                                Bolders to pebbles to riding rails.....

Still life.....

Life is still (now).....

                                                               Don't jump! We got this.....

Here it is again, it has eaten and is sleeping...

Circles.....

                                              Artist in life imitating his art.....

                              Inheritor of the world: The Green, The Insects, The Molds.....

                               
I just like this as it has an Americana myth sheen to it.....















Story the Tree. If I were a tree, I would marry her.


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"If right means nothing...

...we're lost."

Rep. Adam Schiff, 2020 from his Senate Presidential Impeachment Hearing closing argument speech

~I am exhausted from a busy and stressful but productive week, and it is exhausting being an American right now, so I leave you with photos and wishes of relaxing and letting go for a bit...

Love to folks and critters
Wayne Ray Flower II ~

 99 per cent of the photos on this blog that are mine have only been cropped and otherwise untouched by software effects, this one was tweaked by some effects on my Samsung Galaxy Android phone, in full disclosure

 Thinking of the films of Andrei Tarkovsky, and all the inspiring things he did with water, which is present in nearly all his films in some prominent way

"Don't fence me in," ~The Green~

 The vast majority of experimental motion shots are shite, but every once in awhile...

The anatomy model, mini sombrero, and the radish painting are things my old friend and current roommate found   

 

A new logo for Republicans in the Senate?

I have photographed a few versions of this - sometimes the clouds and light are reflected in the poster frame glass in just such a way as to catch this melding of our reality with Vincent's

Remember, when learning your kinetic powers, practice only on yourself

 Graffiti blooms, SE Portland, Oregon

 To tag, or not to tag, that is the question

My life is so full of trains now, not only for transport in the city, but I live near a train yard, the band I am in rehearses next to train tracks. Good thing I dig trains.

If at first you don't succeed,

...lie, lie again. After the Mueller testimony and the utter toxic truth, I hope you bafflingly (not a word, but I dig it - deal with it) undecided voters can now see that the choice in 2020 is clear. Virtually anyone is better than Trump (except Pence. More dangerous because he would do shit under the radar - his record is appalling, and he is a believer in 'gay conversion therapy,' of making women who have abortions bury the fetus, I shit you not - never was passed in Indiana, but he was gung ho about it) and is straight up a husband outta fucking 'Stepford Wives,' what were we talking about again?!?!?)))))) Oh yeah. 

It has been a bit, for this blog, anyway, but all my days both at work and in life are fairly crazy right now (personal stuff all good, mostly music stuff, work just work with one guy on vacay so busier.) So for the 5 or so people who read this (ahem!), here are some recent photos and words. I am working on a longer post, an essay about almost dying a few times. Coming soon to a quiet lil blog off in a lonely corner of the Galaxy near YOU...

Here we are.

~~~>><<>>:

All photos by Wayne R. Flower

Downtown Portland Oregon as seen from the Hawthorne Bridge, just East of the metal part, East side of the river.

Iron window grate above a door where I rehearse with a band and rehearse drums for other bands (I need to play bass in a band again! I digress...)

(((*U*)))

At the classic car consignment place by where I live. When I was from age 9 to 11 or so, this was my all time favorite car, color too. I drew it a lot. I got good at drawing cars in grade school, a way for a loser boy who looked like a little girl with the last name Flower to become popular in some way. It is interesting to note that children at the time were like seeds of future non artist consumers of art; demanding and wanting things for free! "Draw me a car!"

Ladder between worlds

Waynebook post: 

Just hanging with the ladies at the beach! #beachbabes #sexybeast

"Dad, post this with some dumb quote, as if I can really talk. You are kinda dumb to think that, pop. And also...YOU'RE NOT MY REAL DAD! Oh, and uh...good morning, eh, Dad. Can you be a sport and fill my food bowl and water bowl? Shit doesn't grow on trees....You do realize I'm 'talking' to you, right? Get on it, ape!"

This old dude obviously just went through a rough divorce/break up. Heal well, cowboy.