Don’t want harvest to end. Sure others feel differently. Put I’m chemically dependent in and on these images. […]
Diary
Saving money. For what. Freedom. Not sure if that can be bought. Waiting another lifetime for this Mocha. […]
bottledaux, taking shape. Never losing any Literary contemplativeness. Today at winery, met another camera-carrying character much like Self– […]
Soon, processed. Seems too sterile a word for this lovely level. What I’m capturing, truest magic. Each row, […]
[comp book, 10/6/12] And I’m back in love with notions of winemaking. Going forward with it, just being […]
Seeing that Zin today, in the bins, had me thinking about conceptual, well as actual, beginning. And the […]
Tying patio cushions, somehow zennin me. Want to be a tourist again, at some Point. Petite Sirah in […]
10/4/12. An artisan beer, crafted by a coworker, and a bottle of ’09 Russian River Pinot for night’s […]
10/2/12. Tuesday/Sunday. Typing next to Jack. His position on this couch, fiddling with toys, shapes, animals, varied trinkets […]
Hooked in being hooked, harpooned by my own dreams. Ink, ink, ink, I’m reminded. Can’t I just go […]