Yesterday (Saturday) I woke up about 13:00 (I had gone to bed at 05:45).
Heavy spring rain. No suitable food. The primitive calling of hunger drew me outside, with rain gear and video camera. Before departure, I ate my second-to-last piece of bread and smoked a mystical herb. As soon as I hit the alley, I looked down at its spinal gutter and saw an earthworm being swept away with the current. My camera saw it too.
I became overjoyed! Here was my chance to film spring on the weekend with no people around! I filmed many green scenes on my way to the store. Worms crawling. Psychedelic puddles that put iTunes to shame. The percussion of rain amplified by my umbrella. I captured my favorite huge tree on Garfield Avenue, where they had to build the sidewalk around it!
Instead of my original plan of buying groceries and returning home, I knew I had to stay outside all day. So, I bought an avocado burrito and some cookies at the deli (stuff I could eat while walking). By this time the rain had subsided. I continued north along Lyndale and crossed over to Mount Curve Avenue in order to escape the traffic.
I stood beneath mansions, devouring a burrito and staring at the backside of the new Walker building. Behind it stood downtown, vanishing in mist. With its textured panels, I read the new Walker cube as a postmodern cartoon of Kenzo Tange’s 1974 wings of the Minneapolis Institute of Arts. MIA: cubes of white, textured brick. Walker: those sure are some funky windows!
I continued along Mount Curve, and I followed it down the hill, past the robotic owls, to Kenwood Parkway. The sun emerged and the green exploded. The air became passionate and fresh. I filmed courting cardinals, calling to each other a block apart.
Down at the pond between the Walker and Highway 394, I filmed a pair of wood ducks and a trio of turtles. I shakily filmed the half-wavy geometry of bent reeds in water. Then I walked home.
Epilogue. Do you like the Flaming Lips? You should see a documentary about them called The Fearless Freaks. Just came out.
