daily life/art/culture/justice and how they merge, clash, & play inside my northern state of mind (set in Hokkaido and Minnesota)
I switched the furnace on yesterday morning, though by midday we were in T-shirts. That was me running and my son kicking his scooter down the greenway that stretches for miles alongside a cemetery called Sunset. We were flying, suspended, hovering, above the pine tree tops, between summer and fall. You could say it like […]
{taken by me w. toy diana} Thumbing thru old photos–I was hit hard with a longing for Japan, especially for Kyoto–the days I would spend alone on my granny bike peddling about & exploring the twists and turns of the narrow lanes running thru ancient parts of town–the intoxicating smells of cedar wood walls baking […]