The Summer Of Love?
I, for all my inner yearnings, have not an iota of Artsy Cousin in my personal style. Oh, occasionally I think about it. I consider
October 16, 2009
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I, for all my inner yearnings, have not an iota of Artsy Cousin in my personal style. Oh, occasionally I think about it. I consider
The Sartorialist, September 2009 There’s that moment when you stop what you are doing, and think, “Wait. What’s the point?” When you need a corner
I5 is a long and ugly road. Takes you past tumbleweeds and dusty orchards and feedlots full of hot, sluggish cattle waiting to be processed.
Some things are universal. Thank heavens. You know how it feels, when you are driving down the freeway, and thinking about the next couple of
Here are some flowers. Just because they are pretty. No social analysis or class correlation. Although, now that I think about it, they do look
Today I went for another walk in my neighborhood. I carried a new iPhone, since it’s now my only telephone and I like to call
I went on a walk in my neighborhood yesterday morning. First I passed a boy and a girl playing in a front yard. I could
Sometimes as I drive up 101 on the way to work I am seized by rapture. I find life to be a blinding light at
I would not want to return to the days of my grandparents. But unfortunately, I am not a simple soul content with the good earth.
As I have said, I don’t read blogs to find anything out in particular. I read for the experience of new things. I look for
keeke’s photostream Some of us have such thin skins that we are ambushed by the mundane. How does one survive until midlife if the whiteness
It has been raining here in Northern California. For those of you unfamiliar with California you might be surprised that we notice the nature of
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