Ramblings devoid of meaning or photographic support.
My little digi camera was left behind, in a friends car. So for the time being, only words for the internet. Plenty of time to write as I fly coast to coast last week - Santa Cruz - and this week - Whistler. If anyone is going to be in Whistler this week, lets have a cup 'o coffee, some sushi and let me shoot your portrait. OK?
This week I had tickets to 4 different rock shows in the city. Didn't make it to a single one. Lame. Friday out in Manhattan with the ladies from Ford, Megan, and a bunch of randoms. Morning movie, Babel. Saturday Brunch at St. Helens. Avocado Toast - all time, epic yet simple. Americano, 2 lumps sugar, splash 'o milk. Perfect cure for the last hang over for a few months. Saturday night at home with the computer. Sunday continuing the working, invoices and marketing and editing, and watching it rain on the flowers in the garden behind my apt.
And a poem, from me, to myself - I'm off to splash in the rain and have brunch.
Things I believe to be true.
Have you crossed the Mississippi
Sun setting below?
Midwestern fires burn trash and brush of the past
I'm above protected by air and speed
Whiskey on the rocks
I never sleep anymore
But when I do
I still find enough fear
To run away and chase
Have you burned someone lately?
Spring is the time for fires
To invite green sprouts and new shoots
Why is it so hard to ask
At this age
I'd love differently
And probably hate you
Have you gone down?
Drop into the clouds
Let them slip around the body
Fly past the window
Headphones play your song not mine
I could re-read each page
For the rest of my life
And be left with the same ending
Have you lived my life?
The way I cry
The edges of orange that let
My eyes tell my brain
What is on fire
I find the road again
I know know no
Outside only the lights of San Francisco
I want to be with you tomorrow
And until the end.
Currently listening : 23
By Blonde Redhead