Going back through old photos I found a number I took during Art Trails a couple years back at one of the several potters who participate in Art Trails, Sonoma County's largest open studio event, which takes place in October each year (I'll be participating myself, starting in 2014). This is a shelf in a kiln. Unintended art. Serendipitous art.
This is not the first time I've photographed the asphalt patching on the cracks in the channel that gives Channel Dr. in Santa Rosa its name. Here's another view. The water level is low. The water is a strange yellow that adds to the abstract effect of the stark black against the concrete. Unintended art.
I recently found myself sitting behind a gaudily deteriorating truck at a stop light. I liked the colors but also the strange shadows. The light was such that the horizontal bars threw distinct shadows but it was difficult to see the bends in the metal responsible, so the shadows seemed somehow disconnected from the objects making them.
San Francisco's Ocean Beach is a long stretch of flat, monotonous, grey sand, but it forms small dunes along the roadway that parallels the water. These little dunes are fascinating. I love the patterns created by tiny sand slides, the wind-molded ripples, the lines made by insects walking across the surface. Unintended art, serendipitous art.
I noticed this folded napkin left behind on a restaurant table. I love the folds. Looked like art to me. I just had time to get out my camera and photograph it before the busboy took it away from the table next to me.
A little serendipitous art found right at home. Working at my desk, I looked up and across the room to see light coming in from a window with blinds leaving shadows on a black backdrop. Unintended art.
Visiting art galleries usually involves looking at works of art on the walls or on pedestals, but I look at the floors, too. I found this interesting texture on the floor of Hammerfria Gallery in Healdsburg recently. Unintended art.
I recently attended an opening at Hammerfriar Gallery, in Healdsburg. There was much good art to look at, but I noticed this marking in a corner of the gallery's floor. It looked like art to me. Unintended art, serendipitous art.
Recently on business in the Haight in San Francisco I had a little time between appointments to wander the streets. I found this patch of spilled blue paint run over by a tire atop a bright yellow street marking of some kind. I thought it an interesting abstract composition. Unintended art, serendipitous art.
In the museum store at San Francisco's De Young Museum are many things for sale--among them an easel equipped with a whiteboard and colored, erasable markers. One of these easels is set up in the store, and people play with the markers. Whenever I visit, I like to see what's there. Here's a view from about a month ago--surely gone by now. Ephemeral, unintended, serendipitous art.
A red plastic salad bowl (continuing the theme of my previous post) sitting on a wooden chair looked like art to me. I like the way the direction of the bowl's concavity is hard to interpret. Unintended art, serendipitous art.
Another photo of the painted wood floor of a gift shop along San Francisco's Valencia Street. The arc of missing paint has been rubbed away by the opening and closing of the shop door. Unintended art, Serendipitous Art.
On a walk along San Francisco's Valencia St. a few weeks back I found a large wooden board pasted over with bills and posters overlaid with graffiti and more bills and posters. Some were stapled to the board, some glued. Once in a while, I imagine the whole thing is cleared, leaving behind whatever sticks. Here's another view of the board. Unintended art, Serendipitous art.
Looking back through some photos I took last autumn, I found this close-up view of a gourd that I saw in front of a grocery store. I like the waxy-looking surface, the pale, grey-green color, and the shadows. Unintended art. Serendipitous art.
As today is St. Patrick's Day, I suppose I should have found something green to post, but I offer this pretty tree instead. I love the dull orange and off-white patterning--the irregular dark areas and the lines of little dots. Unintended art. Serendipitous art. I did snap this photo outside the Green Music Center--maybe that counts?