Californian art

I'm on a whirlwind tour to central California to see some paintings: tomorrow in Sacramento's Crocker Art Museum.  Here are some people climbing in and out of Charles Christian Nahl's Sunday Morning in the Mines (1872) which has made its way onto the side of a building - opposite it is

Much of this area of Sacramento (I'm staying on J street, convenient for the Museum and for the Amtrak station, on Friday) seems very post-pandemic closed: this may be because it was already late afternoon by the time that I drove up after a depressing drive up the 5: depressing because of the evidence both of the California water crisis - devastating seeing huge abandoned orchards of grey dead trees - and because who gets the blame for this on all the roadside placards - and the abandoned machinery in fields, with big signs saying "No Water" - but Governor Newsom.  The only visible point of view is the one that Trump promoted - that Newsom and the Democratic Senate let water "go to waste" by letting it flow to the sea (have they never heard that fish like to have water to swim in?  That low rivers cause algae to bloom, which gets into drinking water, etc?) - no mention of unsustainable amounts of deep underground pumping, or the fact that Central Valley soils aren't all that suitable for irrigation systems in the first place (etc).  

And I don't suppose this is directly related to padlocked buildings here ...

nor the flourishing of trash and graffiti here ... I realize I'm staying just by the court house, which would explain all the bail bond establishments, though.