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We went to the Crystal Springs Rest Area (on I-280) in hopes of running across Jerry Morrisette, a guy who took it upon himself to take up residence at the rest area and single-handedly transform it from a neglected, dirty, & treacherous state-run place into an individually and beautifully maintained garden. Sadly, Jerry wasn't around (though his moaning dog was). Making themselves ostentatiously conspicuous, however, were two full-time CalTrans workers -- the state's lame attempt to show that state involvement works as well as individual involvement. <BZZZZZZZZT> Tragedy of the commons. Look into it. The rest stop is also sometimes known as the Father Serra Rest Area. Whatever. (DISCLAIMER: Jerry Morrisette not to blame for hideous statue, or behavior of invading eighteenth-century religionists.) (DISCLAIMER II: By "hideous statue" is meant the dead priest, not the dead, yet saucy, composer.) |
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This was supposed to look like a Peanuts cartoon, with Padre Kino as Lucy and Wagner portraying the unkickable football.
PHRIENDLY PHOTO TIP: When lining up such a photo, use the video display, not the viewfinder. |
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Here is a failed forced-perspective experiment, where Wagner was to look all gigantic & everything, being patted on the head by the friendly invader priest.
PHRIENDLY PHOTO TIP: When lining up such a photo, use the video display, not the viewfinder. |
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Go West, Young Porpoise.
(That was in my notes for this tableau. I no longer have any idea why.)
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| Wagner ponders whether there is not already a preponderance of priestly grab-assing, without there being commemorative statues of it. |
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