THE WILL OF RANDOMNESS - PICTURES OF THE WHIM OF THE FATES AND THE FATE OF THE WHIM!

A concrete pillow for local homeless. They all have bicycles and cell phones these days. This one was at Heather Farm park in Walnut Creek with a beer can behind him... While this one was on Concord Avenue in Concord... And this gentleman is always at the Bailey Rd Hwy 4 exit at BayPoint at 5pm each day... The Concord Skate Park, which is right next door to the Police Station on Galindo always has a fine array of artwork... Like this fine rendition of a Picasso... And a lot of excellent poetic expressions...   This sign caught my eye in BayPoint. It speaks for itself... And the ever popular railroad arts series has continued to enjoy a rise in popularity... Passing the site of the tragedy where the police car flipped into a house badly injuring an officer, reporters were still clinging on like vultures a few days later. Across from the Antioch Marina is a bird sanctuary and across from that, more displays of underappreciated public artwork... Right next to this fine collection of wooden palettes... While further down toward the Home depot complex, a gaggle of day laborers wait patiently, apparently unaware of the recession... It was quite popular a decade ago to portray the worst aspects of humanity. And then television and film decided the adopt that mantra and portray all aspects of a deranged and dangerous civilization unraveling. Now be as optimistic as you want, but you have to face the ugly as well as the hopes, and let me assure you that the ugly is prevalent and very easy to find. I see the misfortune as the glass darkly, that sliver of misfortune that can smack any one of us across the face and twist our reality in a split second. Life is precious. Life is cheap. Both statements are truisms. But why are we so desperately looking for the fastest way to the most base component? Why are the gangster motifs so attractive to our kids?  Why do I feel like I am in the twilight zone as I watch the world unravel before my eyes? Or is it the will of randomness, the fickle fate of Pat Condell's godless world where human arrogance and human stupidity find themselves as entwined as gay lovers awaiting some legal document affirming status? And how does this play end? Will it be Shakespearean in its depth of tragedy or will, at the eleventh hour and fifty ninth minute, find some miracle transform the hell on earth into some semblance of purpose and destiny?  Or is that too Battlestar Galactica for you? MisterWriter