Yesterday at the art island

Myrrhia, Mykle and I went to a strange and fascinating spit of land that sticks into San Francisco Bay from Albany. It used to be a landfill, then a homeless camp, and now is covered in brush (fennel, pampas grass, blackberry, rattlesnake grass, some palms) and strange and fascinating works of art that people have fashioned out of art. Everything is hidden along the twisting unkept paths. It was hot and windy and the bay sparkly: a milky green and blue-black. The flotsam and jetsam that the ocean threw up and that the little pennisula was made of was fashioned by humans into little constructs: miniture towers, huts, or just collage on the rubbled landscape. Hopefully Mykle will put the pictures online that he took of these spontaneous works of creativity.