Two weekends, in the same state, but enough disparate images to make your head spin. We're lucky we can take it all in, this fun house of stuff, without falling over, since nothing links them together but our witnessing them. Our passing by. Our looking up or down or over or back. We had coffee across the street from The Garlic Festival. We sped past a theme park along a highway. We stopped at lights near painted ladies and a fiberglass horse and giant fish lure, a painted van, a mysterious sign on an empty building. Are we just used to this, being filled up with pictures, places, things, the lack of narrative making the narrative? I can't believe it's particular to now, I read that Cleopatra's city of Alexandria displayed elephants wearing gold embroidered slippers and a fifteen foot statue that stood up and poured milk. This can't be something new.