a picture that should have been posted yesterday.

A large rush order got cancelled the other day. Someone decided it should be done in Seattle instead of the Bay Area, even after I had started it and taken off from my other job to work on it the last several weeks. I'll have to eat what I already finished. Another union job starts Tuesday which I will jump on, and I will be able to sell the stuff I made to someone else eventually... still. My client is a nice person from Berkeley: evolved, earth/spiritual, new age, on the way up. Sort of figures in my experience. Nevertheless, it is always a surprise when it happens. Over the years, all of my bad debt clients or ones who have failed to honor the agreement for one dodgy reason or another, have been from Berkeley, come to think of it. Others from here and there have occasionally been difficult, but they never stiffed me. I understand their concerns and respect them. There haven't been many problem clients, but I never expect this from the good opinion I usually have of artists residing in Berkeley. I have never desired to live in Berkeley though, even though my attitudes would seem to make me a fit. Maybe that says something.

Here's a friend of mine, resting, Friday.

automobile / woman.