Down

Down
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.

Roses

A bunch of roses can make even my splotchy, in-need-of-paint wall look pretty. I will paint this some day soon but the growth chart for all the kids is here and I want to preserve that. Maybe we'll just paint around it.

At the Beach

It was a gorgeous but windy day at Stinson Beach yesterday.










From the beach at Seadrift, look south past the Golden Gate (the land mass, not the bridge) to views of the city and even Sutro Tower.  There were a couple of parasailers off Stinson Beach.  Utterly gorgeous.

No Wax

Or

What Happens at the Car Wash Stays at the Car Wash

It's been an intense week. Trying to maintain equanimity with preteen: don't back up too far, don't scrutinize too closely. Learning communication skills at school and having the process devolve to public weeping (not me or mine). Preparing for social events for the week and tying up loose ends left by my attention deficit disorder. (lol).

 

Turns out that those 10 minutes at the car wash are reaffirming, cleansing, calming. Who knew?

Unexpected Art

This is in my friend Greg's piano warehouse. He cleaned the place up, built a stage, hung art and lights, and threw a fabulous party. Oh yes he did. The music and dancing were divine.

The warehouse was overflowing with amazing art. Never seen before anywhere. It was done by one of his employees who has since passed away. The man was quite the colorist.

So here we are, in this big space with these hulking shrouded pianos all around and this crazy vibrant exciting art on the walls. Combine that with some great sounds and room to dance and needless to say, it was a lot of fun.

Thanks, Greg and Linda!

(I'm up to my old tricks. My camera was full of photos all stuck up in there. I'll try to trickle them onto the web slowly.)*

Tomorrow, The Carwash.

Wisteria

Our seasons are subtle here. They're not just winter, spring, summer, etc. They can be broken down more precisely: rainy, foggy, sunny, etc. And those can be broken down even further: tulip and daffodil season, wisteria and fremontodendron season, but no lilac season (dammit), at least not super fragrant lilacs. Drive a few miles, to places that have hard freezes in the winter and you can smell the lilacs. But not in the immediate SF Bay Area. Sad.

The wisteria will have to do in the early spring purple category.

All Those Spring Flowers and . . .

I go Bananas.

This is the third day of only posting one (1) image to Flickr. Learning to self edit. What a concept. Not easy, I tell you.  Why have just one when you could have 5.  Or 25?