cool it, sister

Crazy life rearrangings afoot! I hate waiting. When I make a decision, I want it to happen immediately.

Who told you a calf to be?

desert storms are the best, the flux from still dry air to a crashing cool wind and then thick hovering humidity pierced only by straggler drops. dry and crumbling desert dusty soil when dampened emits an indescribable otherworldly smell, it is knotted so deep in my brain and senses that i can't say anything about it at all. it's like remembering a past life in a frantic burst of familiarity, sentimentality and futility for getting back there. but all i can really think of are sharp variegated rocks washed perfectly clean.

A perfect analogy for everything.

Oaklandish

I refuse to deal with blogger's idiotic photo uploading manner.

So these photos are out of order, and tell a refracted story.


In the Amphitheater of Roses. The scent of them is everywhere. There are thick stands of redwoods in the back. I was beside myself.










1917 freight elevator? Exciiiitiiiiing!

fuckin Vanian!

Severance

What ever will it be?!

Hmm...!

Arroyo