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I’m convinced Athens has one of the best twilight skies ever. There are magic particles in the atmosphere that make you fall in love with light every night, drink beer, sleep in, listen to folk and punk music and sometimes win silly awards.
This entry was written by , posted on June 29, 2009 at 10:36 pm, filed under Street and tagged Alley, Athens, Color, dog, Light, Night, Ohio, Street. Leave a comment or view the discussion at the permalink and follow any comments with the RSS feed for this post.

“I think that if you’re creative person, you should just go about your business, do your work and not care about how it’s received.” -Shel Silverstein
This entry was written by , posted on June 22, 2009 at 11:11 pm, filed under Americans, Personal, Portrait and tagged Color, Friends, Literature, Ohio, Poetry, Portrait, Shel Silverstein, Tim. Leave a comment or view the discussion at the permalink and follow any comments with the RSS feed for this post.

This entry was written by , posted on April 11, 2009 at 3:57 pm, filed under Americans, Travels and tagged Beach, california, Color, Cops, Gang, Los Angeles, Mexicans, Street. Leave a comment or view the discussion at the permalink and follow any comments with the RSS feed for this post.
George found Babe eating his cat food. He decided to keep him.
This entry was written by , posted on at 1:19 pm, filed under Portrait, Travels and tagged Animals, california, Color, dog, Morro Bay, old, Portrait. Leave a comment or view the discussion at the permalink and follow any comments with the RSS feed for this post.

Walked across with Miki and Noah on a windy day. We watched the not-so-sissy kite surfers sketch the water in all directions. I love to do this when I go to San Francisco. I don’t see it as a bridge, despite the traffic roaring past, so much as I see it as an anchor in time and human achievement. When you stand on it you become a part of that massive super-human creation looming steadfast over the ocean. It’s best experienced during sunset.
This entry was written by , posted on April 10, 2009 at 12:01 pm, filed under Personal, Travels and tagged california, Color, San Francisco, Water. Leave a comment or view the discussion at the permalink and follow any comments with the RSS feed for this post.