What follows is a pictorial of our trip to San Francisco. I think I took about a thousand shots using various cameras. They are essentially arranged in chronological order, with some liberties taken.
Where the sky meets the mountains. Big big sky. …Continue
My dear friend
Full of passion
Coloring my world with your dying
Holding my heart in fragile hands
One of many hearts you hold
In hands which are never full
I don't want you to be gone!
Full of fire
Full of life
Today and everyday
And envision a healing green light
Surrounding and suspending
Lifting you up
I see love in many forms, between children, between lovers, between families. We are all different yet the same at our core. We care for others in need, help our families---we bleed, we cry, we laugh, and we go on.
At a funeral Wednesday for a friend of trig's, dead at 54 from pancreatic cancer, I met his daughters, saw the grand kids running around, tears from young and old. Suddenly I felt regret for not attending my ex-husband's funeral. I imagined the scene was not unlike this one…Continue
These snaps are from the garden at Sirenita's Mission district home in San Francisco taken yesterday afternoon during our fifth of July celebration of universal magic. The title above was inspired by the last shot, taken by the perspective mistress, Asia Rein. As you can clearly (ha) see, Nanatehay is going invisible. The top of his head is already faded from sight. Either that, or (just occurred to me... maybe) he's part…Continue