thank you hulaseventy

from a blog that keeps the spirit high. that resonates:

as if the fullness of the soul
did not sometimes overflow in the
emptiest metaphors, since no one
can ever give the exact measure
of his needs, nor of his conceptions,
nor of his sorrows; and since
human speech is like a cracked
tin kettle, on which we hammer
out tunes to make bears dance
when we long to move the stars.

-gustave flaubert

(written on the wall at the maira kalman exhibit)

thank you

sometimes there are walls that you don't know how to battle.
but then I was reminded: there are windows in those walls.
thank you thank you thank you.

it's been a week...

for reference, it's as big as my big head and good too.

pride n' joy. didn't know that these potatoes would grow.

redwood regional park. goodness.

noe valley chocolaterie. legendary whimsy within. subject of short story to come....

here and now.

lately

So many pictures to post...in so many places and with so little time. Here's a little taste of the past couple of weeks:

rainbow alert at the office

a good reminder in bernal heights

the stuff of dreams and reviving weekend brunches

coe backpacking in a pack of 18. we crossed creeks and hiked hills in darkness.
good stories....

fort funston!

a walk in my hood...

scenes from an early am train to sacto for work

to come? stories of death valley camping, adventuring with my favorite dog and garden bounty.
promise.