I confess: very odd on my part. I like the names of apartment houses. They speak of another time.
The premise is simple, if tenuous. The nse of artificial flowers in a natural-inclined place like Berkeley is quirky in a world upside down sort of way. Here I salute those who use artificial flowers outside their homes.
Steve Papai runs Automatic Response on Eastshore. They shred paper and destroy hard drives. He collects old office equipment – typewriters, comptometers, and check protectors.
Soon it will move. Before it does – I honor the building and trains and Homies and models and the Chuckles for sale. All hail Berkeley Ace Hardware! Be not forgotten!
In the hills of Oakland with several nexus to Berkeley – Donna Reynolds and Tim Racer and their art and pit bulls. What a deal!
On the southwest corner of Gilman and Ordway, Avi Black has translated his lover of all things Balinese into a backyard Berkri-la, as in Shangrila. Very Bali cool.
A look back at the stuff I found and people I met. It was a hecka quirky year.
Bowling balls as lawn art. I have three. Placed there by a neighbor. Plus one house using bowling pins!
We love us our Buddhist iconography in our yards. And no, I am not saying that Buddhism is quirky. The iconography is part of the quirky fabric, that’s all.
A Thanksgiving post on Guanyin in our front yards. She is the Bodhisattva of Compassion. Her name means “Perceiving the Cries of the World.” There are cries of the world today.
A guest post – Mykael Moss is fascinated by our bumper stickers. Lots and lots of photos of our bumper stickers. Right dab in the middle of the Quirky Berkeley ethos. You go Mykael!
Mykael Moss is at it again – unabated in her passion for Berkeley and fascination for the thoughts we express with bumper stickers. We care!
Another casual departure from Quirky Berkeley norms – Ken Stein’s extraordinary collection of Berkeley political buttons of the 1960s and 1970s. We had causes!
Chimneys are Tier Two quirk. They may not be quirky material culture in and of themselves, but they add to the quirky feel of Berkeley. I only ask that you spend two minute with chimneys.
In which I start photographing columns, stop photographing columns, and then go gaga over these Camelia Street beauties.
Found objects – trash from the streets of North Berkeley. Assembled. Photographed. The genius – retrieved and brought him by Darwin. A cat. Through the window at night.
A fresh look at Berkeley doors – better photos and more photos and looser rules than the first-generation post I did on doors. Inspiration! A grand metaphor!
While mourning the loss of the mural at the old CIL on Telegraph, I celebrate here the public art at the Ed Roberts Campus – photographs and hand-painted tiles.
We don’t just have fences and we don’t just have walls. We sometimes have quirky fences and we sometimes have quirky walls. Robert Frost sets the tone, and then we admire the quirky creativity of our fences and walls.
The carved redwood picket fence at 3102 Shattuck has a story that goes back to 1942. Here is that story, and the story of a Berkeley that drew young and struggling artists.
A new feature – a field trip each holiday. Here, magic house and magic garden in Glen Ellen. Really something.
It’s Memorial Day, a holiday, so a field trip. Second stop with Susan Alexander in Sebastopol, Art Moura and his raw, crude, intuitive, outsider – unusual – art.
Painted fire hydrants, fire hydrants as lawn art, and traffic-calming barriers as art. What a combo!
Even in the loose-goosey world of Quirky Berkeley categorization, this one does not lend itself to categorization. Too random to be a small world, so, what? It’s fun. How about that?
We have a good number of free book exchanges in Berkeley. These are some of the rogues, those not sanctioned by the Little Free Library organization.
Free speech rebooted. Little free libraries, wish trees, note posts, bulletin boards. 1964 plus a few decades.
Stuff hanging from trees. More than you would think.
One can’t talk about the quirky in Berkeley without a visit to Games of Berkeley. Here, a look back at the old site on Shattuck and a look forward at the new site on Durant.
Photos of 14 painted garage doors. What a way to express yourself. Plus – a call to arms by my friend for spray-painted graffiti-style garage doors. Good idea!
I confess – I don’t have a clear definition of what is quirky when it comes to gardens. These are though – vertical gardens, green roofs, and eccentric containers.
Kitsch? Maybe. I like them. They’re in.
A debatable posting. An exercise in visual acuity. Look for grids. Collect them. Quirky!
The premise – signs with a half in the number. The secondary premise – rock it old school using iPhone photos. Just like the old days.
As a Son of Pennsylvania, I was thrilled to find my first hex sign in Berkeley. I found seven so far.
A wonderful memoir from Berkeley’s last days of folk music and Bohemian innocence and the early days of the shit getting real.
The quirky action figure tableaux at Lanesplitter Pizza on San Pablo, plus a bonus look at quirky dolls I have encountered.
Metal lived and made art in Berkeley from the early 1950s until his death in 2007. Here – a look at his work, his life, his family. He epitomized the freedom of Berkeley before the Big Changes.
A collection of measuring devices, displayed publicly and in many cases used as lawn art.
Artistic depictions of aquatic humanoids in our yards, sidewalks, and restaurants. And our livery collars.
No theme. No category. No grouping. No rhyme. No reason. No unifying theory. Just miscellaneous. A mix.
It took some psychological heavy lifting, but I worked my way past my need to categorize everything and present here a couple dozen wonderfully quirky things. That don’t fit into categories. There – I said it! I did it!
There are two ways of looking at this. !) Healthy surrender of need to categorize and group. 2) Lack of vision. I’ll go with #1.
Melissa Mork, the 4th generation at Mork Sheet Metal, takes HVAC fabrication skills and makes sheet metal creatures. Check out the grotesques on the roof!
Images created with small pieces of colored ceramic tile, colored glass, stone, or other materials. From our front yards. Sacred and profane.
Urban Ore, Hygenic Dog Food, All Power Labs, and Michael Christian’s art. Quirky. Young and struggling and creative. An infusion of good maker DNA into Berkeley.
Front yards, front porches, signs, graffiti and murals – all depict music. A theme-based collection here, some of which you have seen elsewhere, some of which not.
Mark Haggitt is a collagist who uses detritus of all sorts in his exploration of things connected to natural forces. Not fancy. DIY. Wonderful!
Art by artists with developmental challenges. Creativity and independence through art and the human spirit and – instant quirk for the home, yard, or workplace.
The industrial and vintage oddities at Ohmega Salvage on San Pablo are PERFECT for DIY Quirk. Or just wandering and imagining. A great Berkeley hippie waste-not vibe.
An orange, mud hut, bale, shipping container, caboose, yurt, tree house, trailer, tiny house, Aistream, bunkie. And more. DIY!
I built a post about artistic depictions of palms around several palms on a cinder block wall at the Webster Poolside Apartments. It’s a reach, but I love the Poolside palms.
Pirate images from our front yards and some lightweight musing on our fascination with imagined pirates.
Detroit and Paris and chocolate. Balinese dance and masks. Theater. And intricate “structures” that dance through the air in his Grant Street home.
On Milvia just south of University, post-it artists at Customer Lobby, Magoosh, and Everlaw have gifted the street with post-it art in the windows. Totoro. Khtulu. The Galaga starship shooter. More. Youth!
Seen through glass – lots of blue bottles, art, junk.
No unicorns, but plenty of rainbows in Berkeley. Painted and in names. On walls and accessories. And a tease for the rainbow flag.
No rhyme or reason to the collection of stuff in front of 1608 MLK. Kanji! And a prayer for Wendy.
A big old mission creep here – but – who could resist? A man with great passion and a great collection of miniature souvenir buildings.
A posting on relief sculpture in Berkeley. Some of it is on its face quirky. All of it is an intrinsically quirky part of our fabric.
Images from Egypt, Greece Rome, the American southwest. Pre-Christian.
Garish/gaudy/hyperactive consumerism meets early 19th century movie theater/palace grandeur. The 99 cent Store on San Pablo just north of University – great bargains and incredible, well-preserved movie theater flourishes. Wow!
Buddhas on art car, nun in birdbath, Virgin Mary and gnomes, Virgin Mary and Snow White and Cinderella and Barbie. Undeniably (I think) quirky use of religious iconography. No offense to any religion intended.
These 20-something photos are of front-yard sculpture, gifted to passers-by (passerby’s?), all looking like what they purport to be – hence representational. The first of several posts on sculpture.
Rocks in bowls and in circles and stacked and painted and drilled. Rocks in our yards.
I don’t pretend to know what modern sculpture is. But that doesn’t stop me from making this page – modernish sculpture in our front yards.
The former home of Magic Gardens Nursery is an impromptu sculpture garden with works from the Artworks Foundry. Still magic.
Mark Bulwinkle nominated the Star Grocery block on Claremont as the quirkiest block in Berkeley. Motion second, concur. A definite peaceful vibe. Four bookstores too.
A look at 40+ years of Tyler Hoare’s art – in the bay, in his studio, and in his Berkeley home. Best known for Snoopy and the Red Baron, Hoare’s sculpture and collages are so much more.
From Ken Stein’s files – clippings mostly from Grassroots in the 1970s and early 1980s. Architectural heritage, “Carpetgate,” disability rights, and more.
Ken Stein’s collection of sterling silver Berkeley souvenir spoons, most from between 1890 and 1910. A deviation from Quirky Berkeley rules of engagement – but brilliant and worth breaking the rules.
The presence of conventional lawn statues in a largely unconventional Berkeley makes, I assert, the conventional unconventional. Or, put another way, quirky.
Our search for Leslie Safarik’s joyful giant ceramic women starts at Ohmega Salvage on San Pablo. What a gift! So glorious we bend a few rules.
An exercise in visual acuity – patterns made by shingles. Not a lot to say about it, just photos of shingles.
Two sisters lilting in their childhood home, filling it and their yard with art – tiles, ceramic sculpture, ink wash paintings.
We put benches in front of our homes for strangers to sit upon. Only in Berkeley.
A bold post – two photographs depicting perfect quirk. Lovely depictions of Snoopy and the Red Baron on Hillcrest in the Uplands.
Yes – steps. Quirky steps. Do you doubt it?
Ted Friedman, the leading authority on All Things Telegraph, writes about Stoney Burke, a street performer / satirist for whom the world, especially Sproul Plaza, is a stage.
Happy sun faces on walls and in gardens.
Images of the Creator and First Created. And a digression on tiki culture in the East Bay.
Saws, spades, rakes, pitchforks, hoes, and picks as decorative accessories. No kidding. Tools as lawn art!
A car, bunny, squirrel, giraffe, horse, and panda. Not to mention our sundial.
In the shadow of Alta Bates, a quiet neat street. And lots of ceramic animals. Dogs and cats and turtles and most of all, penguins.
We love our view of the Bay in Berkeley, and to grab a view where the house doesn’t provide one we build decks – up on the roof. And occasional green houses. Up where the air is fresh and sweet.
Urban Ore’s mission is to end the age of waste. It is a gold mine of DIY quirk. Be brave. Take a chance. Go quirky!
My past! Berkeley supported the UFW like nobody’s business. A little bit is left – more so in Berkeley than in the fields.
You don’t need a weathervane to know which way the wind blows, but they help. Mostly decorative these days, I find them staid but quirky. These photos – mostly not roosters.
A real stretch. Horseshoes, log cabins, hitching posts, and bleached skulls. A real stretch.
Berkeley is not a natural habitat for windmills or water towers. We are not rural, and we are not a big city like New York with its water towers. We are we are, and we have what we have.
I have found two in Berkeley – your write a wish on a tag and hang it from the tree. Wish comes true! I wish that there were more of them.