she's gone. and her ballet slippers in the afternoon window.

i finally watched ballet russes. like mira said i should. and i wanted so much to be able to tell her.

that i loved it. that is was so incredible. she would have been so excited and

it made me miss her terribly.

the emerald city.

i've been so lazy about taking photos recently. i have so many ideas but not the
motivation to get them done.

land and. sea.

sailors.

in watermelon sugar

for that red x

A morning-glory at my window satisfies me more than the metaphysics of books...

to live in the woods with the leaves of walt whitman.

Rise after rise bow the phantoms behind me,
Afar down I see the huge first Nothing, I know I was even there,
I waited unseen and always, and slept through the lethargic mist,
And took my time, and took no hurt from the fetid carbon

HOORAY SAY THE ROSES, DARKNESS COMES ALL AT ONCE, LIKE LIGHTS GONE OUT, THE SUN LEAVES DARK CONTINENTS AND ROWS OF STONE...