This is our local annual celebration of counterculture, if such a thing exists anymore.  I think it was originally dedicated to the arrogance that the world could(and/or should) be radically changed in a single generation. By a single generation.

This gentleman is a drummer for a local Hare Krishna group.
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These buildings house the offices of a large public pension fund.

I think they wanted something that was easy to keep clean and used little water.
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I would bet this place won all sorts of design awards. And one imagines that the people who work here go home to suburbs that are just as tidy and tightly controlled. 

I am currently attempting to get my life back. I'm posting a shot of a lady who seems to be enjoying her's.  She was handing out pamphlets about the danger of synthetic perfumes and how they disrupt the health of sensitive persons. I took this picture with a film camera that cost US$89. Used of course. The film is Tri-X, Kodak's most venerable black&white emulsion.  The camera is a Nikon N80, a nifty little auto-focus. 

...because sheep eating green grass is a symbol of spring around here.

Rural areas around here are dotted with these little churches. Plain. White. Wood. Some have graveyards. Some don’t.

When the feeder runs out, they stare in the window.