Land and Water Coffee, downtown Santa Rosa.

One shot of espresso.  This is the real shit, so just a single.  In a mood and trying to work through it… trying to play a dealt hand.

Move slow, don’t react too quick.

Distracting myself with photography.  Pictures I took this morning of the sunrise, then the thick and complexioned rainbow.  Saw it on highway 12 West when the rain started to diminish then start up again.

Haven’t touched my camera in I don’t know how long.  Will use it tonight.  Walk in the Nurse’s neighbored, take shots of the houses, the trees and fall colors.  That field off Vaca Valley.

Take more pictures.  Of everything.  This little espresso cup.  Anything.  Setting my own hours as a creative, not so much a set photog but one sharing observations, seeing stories in the apparent normalcy.

Bathroom not functioning here. Great.  Guess I’m going back to the loft a little earlier than anticipated.  Writing a new story right where I sit.  And in Santa fucking Rosa of all places.  Huh… entirely unexpected.

Not letting some people rattle me.  Again, controlling my thoughts and attitude better than past months, years.

Freedom – that is the goal.  From certain energies and self-constraints and stalls.