Wednesday, May 23, 2007

Observations from Work

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Things aren't all that busy at work, so we're able to really enjoy our our wonderful unique studio space.




The scenic studio is located in an industrial part of Oakland, and on Mondays, Tuesdays and Wednesdays a train comes by to make deliveries to the business next door.




Seeing a train outside one's door is a truly bizarre sight.




We have huge roll-up doors in the front of the shop, and yesterday a pair of mourning doves flew in. I knew that we just had to leave the doors open, and the birds would eventually fly back out again. One left after a few hours, but the other stayed for the better part of my work day.

I was working alone in the shop, and was sort of creeped out by letting all the passers-by see that I was by myself. The neighborhood where we work is rather unsavory.





My urban garden reflects this fact. I love the contrast of roses and barbed wire (as well as the pink and the blue). I don't think this little finch is very pleased with my company. I believe that she and her mate have a nest, and that I am upsetting them.




I think that I'm going to have a huge crop of grapes. I don't trust my soil, so I'll probably leave them for the birds to eat.




Today's visitor was this little monster. I was moving one of our rolling paper racks, when something moved near my feet. It took some doing, but we caught our friend the lizard and released her in the garden. The photo looks strange because it was taken through the wall of a plastic shoebox.

3 comments:

shiloh said...

Is that a sprinkler with glowing eyes in the pic with the dove?

. . . Lisa and Robb . . . said...

pretty ominous, huh?

Anonymous said...

Glad to see you have a garden this year and that stuff is growing in it. I say harvest the grapes and see whay sort of foul or sweet wine gets created. Let Robb do it, as he is the alcohol making guy, right? If the wine produced is of questionable vintage, just give it to the local hobos to curry some favor. They won't care what sort of grapes it's made, from, trust me.

Annalisa

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