Winnie the Pooh, silly old bear.

"Rabbit is clever," said Pooh thoughtfully.
"Yes," said Piglet, "Rabbit's clever."
"And he has Brain."
"Yes," said Piglet, "Rabbit has Brain."
There was a long silence.
"I suppose," said Pooh, "that that's why he never understands anything."

Reading Winnie the Pooh as an adult is quite different than having it read to you as a child. I envy that bear all stuffed with fluff.

"Pooh!" he whispered. "Yes, Piglet?" 

"Nothing," said Piglet, taking Pooh's paw. "I just wanted to be sure of you."

The Salton Sea

"What is the Salton Sea exactly? I mean how did it come to be?"
"A mistake."
"Oh."

Re-visiting the virgin

Took this ages ago. It's a bit silly, looking back now, but I was recently talking to a friend about Catholic iconography and how beautiful it is. This is the virgin mary who watches over my neighborhood.

It's back to the books.

That time again.

Spending more time in the library

and the arts buildings and reading 

and chipping off my nail polish while listening to lectures about 

architecture and natural selection.

Creativity isn't really all that fun when it has a letter grade. 

Drinking too much coffee 

and trying very carefully to follow most of the rules. 

Still in that silly funk. Summer didn't really feel like summer or like it was really 

all that worth it. huh. 

As of late

- "How have you been?"
- "Good. No, wait, I have been really shitty lately for no reason actually."
- "Yeah, me too. No reason."

Good to know I am not the only one. It's silly how we get in unexplainable funks. But we always want an explanation. I don't have one. And I have no idea how long this one is going to last.

(Sometimes I wish I could stand in front of this piece forever but then I realize I just wish I could create a feeling like this one.)

Old imagery

I was going through my iphoto and thinking about summertime in other places and how I have documented things. I was talking to someone recently about Coney Island in the summer. This is what it looked like through my silly little Canon Powershot when I was 16 years old.

Round here, it's summer time.