farewell california

cal III

cal walk II

back to california

56 degrees in nyc.

once a green place

memory and perception

I will never remember the name of the girl I kissed in pre-school. It was at that pre-school on the hill where they had cowboy day when we ate 'cowboy beans' (baked beans) and dressed in cowboy clothing.

And isn't it strange that the part of the eye that takes in all the colors and all the light is black.