Yesterday was beautiful.
Woke up and did work on a collection of abstract photographs.
They aim to speak to the absurdity of wasted food sent to the trash while others go hungry.
Imagine.
Then I made this puppet.
Plus I did laundry and went to the taco truck.
Productive start for the day.
Lately I've been working with a classic rock trio made of kids only 10 years old.
They just got back from a trip to the United Nations building, which is plenty exciting.
The kids bring a positive message and their shows reflect it.
The whole crew works together in an optimistic harmony.'
It's a good time.
You can check them out here.
It was a long wait to catch the train back home
so I took a walk through the peninsula and looked at the plants.
It reminded me of a bit from a Walt Whitman poem,
one of my favourites.
It hits that nostalgia we all feel for the songs of our youth,
of our ancestors' youth...
Out of the cradle endlessly rocking,
Out of the mocking-bird's throat, the musical shuttle,
Out of the Ninth-month midnight,
Over the sterile sands, and the fields beyond, where the child,
leaving his bed, wandered alone, bareheaded, barefoot
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