A balloon man walks down the street on stilts. One large balloon dangles from a stick and a girl walks underneath along with an entourage of friends playing instruments, there are dogs too. I whistle to get them to stop. Can I have a card I say? Beckett would love this tiny parade dedicated to one person, her. The balloon man on stilts hands me a card, as soon as your done with this girl, can you please give me a call? Beckett is going to love this. I watch the girl smile as the balloon above her head bounces. Then I slip into a vintage store and peruse indigo textiles with friends and the boss above my boss. She's trying to be friendly, shows me all the stuff in the store she wants for herself. I claim I'm not buying anything and skip around the store taking pictures of things with my old camera with a viewfinder. It's difficult to frame things up at a distance I tell her. I take pictures of textures, rocks, the bathroom floor. I hope the balloon man calls.
