Missing the smell of fresh lemons and jasmine.

and ready for the future.

so i’ll start by uploading some photographs i took that didnt turn out to be quite what i was expecting. 35 mm film. mistakes are beautiful. as is this last stanza in a poem by daryl hine that was quite fitting.

And when I close my eyes I see a ship

At anchor in the water of a bay.

I cling to that imaginary shape

Capable of taking me away

To I do not know what port, Perhaps tomorrow it departs,

Anonymous, invulnerable, free.