Makes me tear up a little bit.

and an old man.

Two weeks without water.
Well not really.
Anyway.

Sunlight on the trees
Mist on the water and we
we are not here

I’m not sure where this is going.
He’s got virtual reality and concrete,
Jane Goodall in full missionary rant,
raising awareness and pointing fingers,
as the wheel moves on making non-sense.
I remember him in his prime and now he cant even hold on
to a small rock, tendons sore or torn, three little grand children.
Who compromised the future?
He doesnt compromise.

I’ve got restless finger syndrome and a hankering for travel.
There’s a brittle cake I’ve got a hunger from,
flat belly and nostalgia for yesterday afternoon.
I am wanting walks in the park and sunsets in the afternoon.
Bridges named after the curvature of her vertebra, but less scary.

Tonight will be a busy night.

It’s a little sweet and spooky.
Those pictures are coming I swear.

Make Girl Scout Cookies. Pictures of same in their natural environment to follow.

Maple leafs stew,
got any Canadian friends?
have a good day, eh?

Text in the Morning.

Thanks, H.

In some strange twist of fate all of the photos here and in the post below are by me and from my phone. I need a real camera.

I’m still recovering from returning to Juneau.

a little sad.

Hadi! Three more steps
Hadi! Forward up, over,
Hadi! sand and sea.

There’s no room for sense.

ate Dim Sum for lunch
walked around pan handlers
smiled sipped tea

remember the street?
the street of kings billowing
water and gravel

Curry Asparagus, yum!
Well Cooked Rice and Eggplant,
In the nick of time.