from heaven and earth-happy spring!

hillary in the garlic

the gentle soul of solomon

osiris and the girls

at home in the wild open pastures and pine lined foothills. national forrest abounds and the stars are in my eyes. literally. they're everywhere up here. up there. the frogs sing me to sleep and my belly full of seeds and weeds, i dream of the past and remember.
planting food, my roots. sowing oats, my boots.
the yuba winds with turqouise deeps and a stones throw makes it that much sweeter. the melon sky tells the time.
a mix of red necks and hippies. 4x4's and sandals with socks. this is what funny's made of.
bike fast past ponds and heifers. wave to the porch dwellers and the wind in my teeth makes a whistle.