End Of June SUNSETS

6/23 8:36 PM, San Francisco No Cows on the Boulevard
Still foggy. We headed out to the corner with all of the cowbells and walked toward the so aptly named, Sunset Blvd.

6/24 8:36 PM (again) San Francisco, Stop! Thief!
Someone came into the Church during our meditation and stole a woman’s bag and jacket. When it was time to leave, people offered the woman something warm to wear and a ride home.

6/25 8:36 PM (again) San Francisco, Can You Hear Me Now?
The sky was such a fuzzy pink this evening. I don’t remember ever seeing it like that before. There are 800 fires burning in California right now. The most in recorded history at any one time. So while Norman strolled down to the corner with his chimes, I took pictures of the sky.

6/26 8:36 PM (again) San Francisco, 800 Fires
I trailed behind Norman and Carl as we walked down the street towards the ocean. The sun was just a little orange ball in the sky today. You could look right at it with your bare eye. The smoke from the fires mixes in with the fog to produce a heavily filtered muted light all day long. But come sunset, it was just as grey as the morning.




6/27 8:36 PM, San Francisco 500 Fires
We walked down toward the beach this evening at sunset. The air is so smoky now it’s hard to breathe. And we are 100’s of miles from the big fires. Here’s a map of the fires at the moment. They are all over the state. The sky is a uniform grey all day now with wisps of smoke laden fog blowing up the streets. Mid-day was a light grey and both the sunrise and sunset were a darker shade of grey. Just to get some idea of the number of fires- here’s a map showing the location of fires as of today.

6/28 8:36 PM (again) San Francisco, Intermission for the Sunset
Norman and I went to hear Pamela Z's new piece, Pendulum. Despite technical difficulties, Pamela is an incredible performer, and it was a wonderful evening. Unfortunately, I had to step out in the middle of one piece to catch the sunset. When I returned, Pamela was playing the piece Syrinx, where she recreates birdcalls with her voice. By slowing down actual bird song and learning it in her range at human speed, Pamela could then speed her voice up into the bird range and we humans certainly couldn't hear the difference. I wonder about the birds? Would they answer back or just be a little confused?

6/29 8:36 PM (again), San Francisco
This evening, Norman’s longtime friend Victor came to visit us on the way back to North Carolina. This is the end of Victor’s annual visit to his family in Sacramento and he stopped by on his way to the airport- just in time for the sunset. Thank you, Victor.