this is on the side of a liquor store on webster st. webster st is a main drag(that's where the tunnel comes out or goes in)but it's a shoddy little strip that they desparately want to make commercially viable. i don't think that'll happen in my lifetime.
there is no escape from the eyes of the lord. i think michael had some pics taken back in florida of what has to be one of my fondest childhood memories: various highway signs predicting the end & eternal damnation & salvation, etc. "scripture on grocery store signs" is how jason isbell formerly of the drive-by truckers puts it. little did i know my little town rested under the watchful eyes of the lord.
an abandoned honky tonk. it's now someone's house. the island is strewn w/bars that advertise "open at 6am." heartwarming.
this is out where the ferry for the city leaves. it's a great place to sit & watch the tide roll away. otis was in petaluma when he wrote that song. i'm out here on an abandoned naval base.
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