A couple of homeless youth hanging out in a bus stop on a rainy day. They caught my attention because i saw them on my way to work and again on my way home. She lit up when she saw me slow to snap a shot…still, a tough way to pass the day at such a young age.
Accupunture appointment this afternoon.Needles needles everywhere. I felt great laying on the table…and this is what the world looked like when i walked out of her office (literally, these are the stairs to/from her office).
“Each player must accept the cards life deals hime or her; but once they are in hand, he or she alone must decide how to play the cards in order to win the game.” – Voltaire
Lunch at Weezies after a super-late night inspired by an unexpected, impromptu appearance in a local club by Carlos Santana and his son. It was soooo fun…but i’m feeling it today.
Meh…some drops on some grass in the garden on a wet, rainy day…no blossoms…just green sticks…bending from the wight of the wind and dew drops.
After hours of security checks, long lines and even longer waits on the tarmac…this place actually felt like an oasis in the midst of chaos.
A touch of color and a drop of water…from summer to winter to fall…a straight line is rarely the road that most interests me.
Sometimes mediation, sometimes a nap and sometimes just a day dream…that’s my daily commute… not a bad way to do it if i have to endure the grind.
A little pocket of peace hidden in a corner of a tough neighborhood.