Plenty of Salt

This was within the pages of an old Leonardo DaVinci library book. It was on the back of a blank spelling game copyrighted in 1936. It reads: “Dear Meg, Life, religion, art and love are experience and not topics. I like your spirit, that is why I stayed so long last night–please forget it. Bob … Continued

Hey Fuck Face

I found this note in the parking lot of the Redwood Gospel Mission Thrift Store. There weren’t any obvious entrances or exits for a car to block, so the event probably happened elsewhere. And the thrift store people are all very nice.

Surfin’ Goat

Found taped to a door in my apartment complex.

The Towers

When I was little (mid- to late-1990s) my dad brought this photo of the World Trade Center towers from a vacant house he was painting. I kept it all these years, and came across it again today.

Nail File

I was walking home from the gym down Haight Street in the morning and this photo caught my eye. The woman in the foreground was pointing at me, so naturally I picked it up. I love the energy of this image. I’m not sure if they are singing or what but it looks like a … Continued

Love and Crackers

I found this note folded on the ground in the lot we were staying at. I couldn’t resist reading it. It seems like such an innocent note full of love and then just a hint of racism in the P.S.

Best Skating Friend

This was found left behind at the local skating rink. Tyler seems to be one of the “referees” who police the open skate.

Brainiac

Found this here in a pile of old files waiting to be discarded here at UCSF where I work. And yes, I do believe (given where I found this) that that is a real brain.

I Need a Cheerleader

This was tucked in the sleeve of a Van Morrison record my grandma purchased for me at a thrift store. I don’t know whether the note was written or the foot was drawn first. Neither scenario makes much sense, but I like them.

Dear Bruno

Found in a parking lot near where I work. Bruno’s clearly not the groom… See you tonight! (I think not!)