Boy with bone, Chileno Valley, CA. “What do you think this came from, Baba?” they both asked. The boychild was fascinated. “A dinosaur, maybe?” hazarded his older sister. We were at a u-pick ’em farm, out for apples. They also operate a 600-acre, 100-head, grass-fed beef cattle ranch. Baba knew
…wish you were here! The closest thing to a post I can do right now. Would that the imagery above symbolized my working on this blog, you know, like implementing the dozen or so fixies I have in mind for its betterment. But nope. That’s literal, my kitchen, last night
Sister pillow, Berkeley, CA. I know, I know! Another bare-bones (post-skimpy) week last week. It’s killin’ me. I tell you, though. Peace, quiet, and adequate time to hunker down and do justice to all the stories and ideas floating around in the head are right there on the horizon. I