Originally uploaded by Claudie C-G
It's okay to not like rats but to dig this image, right?
Today I am grateful for flickr. I looked back at my photo stream and saw spring! Lawdamercy, I hate the winter.
The bright spring colors were antidote, too, to the news of the death of my old love, Bobby Woods. I had been thinking about him all week: having watched the movie Basquiat, there were moments when Basquiat would look at the camera and totally reminded me of Bobby.
Today I wish I had been brought up by people who practiced kindness so that I would know it when I saw it. Instead, I spent my youth in novels, never learning to see what was right in front of me and to appreciate it.
Bobby died on the anniversary of John Lennon's death. He never expected a long life himself, having lost both parents when they were young. He said his life could be told in Rollong Stones' lyrics: torn and tattered. I think really his life story could be told in the names of his bands: Hot Property, The Heartbeats, and the Hooters.