Fond Farewell.

Right before I left, I took a spin around Calistoga on the bicycle. Snapped a few photos of the sun and the hills, to keep with me in the land of whisky and rain.

I Started Something I Couldn't Finish.

Anybody catch my reference. Where would I be without Morrissey? Also, that song contains more truths than I would like to acknowledge. Anyway, over summer I promised my sister a drawing for her new place. Accordingly I started and accordingly I boarded a plane for a different country without finishing it. Sorry Olive. But here is the start.

After a bit of ink. 

We Run This.

There is a bit of a back-up in terms of material. So I must finish summer before I can start fall. Here are lots of photos that Olivia and I took on an excursion with the cousins a few weeks back. We found abandoned buildings. We went in them. I wasn't scared.....

See? Not scary AT ALL. 

ewwww.

well heeded advice. 

so fly. 

I Spent A Summer Wasting.

I have left my sunny homeland of California, and the nice kids in Berkeley, and now find myself in bloody gorgeous Scotland, my ancestral homeland. Hmmmmm. There is much excitement. However, the summer I just bid farewell too was beautiful, and deserves some note. So I wrote an ode to it, and the blue house I love so well.

A lil sketch of the place, pre succulent garden. 

Summer in the Blue House: Pt. 2

We all wake parched in separate rooms

To city summer gray

Begging to be burned off by August

We wander through halls

Down stairs and stairs

To meet in the morning-light and make sense of where the weekend went.

We share the front stoop with passersby

And innumerable jars of forgotten tea

Left to steep all summer

In sun, cigarettes and whispers

Privy to afternoon gossip

And late nights that spilled out the door and into the street.

We are laughing on a hill

As dusk approaches

Bellies full of wine, drunk on a view of the city

There is music in the dry grass

And wisps of smoke in our eyes

As the fog rolls in over rooftops and bright lights.

We are together for a brimming moment

Sunburnt days, and nights we danced over worn floorboards.

Now we will fold summer between our embraces

Tuck it into bed as our breathing slows

Let it fade as photos will

To subside finally and ever so gently into Fall and memory.

And now a fitting song from my favorite Glaswegian musical bunch! And another fitting song from Beirut of whom I am also quite fond. 

Falling Off.

So it appears I have fallen off of the bandwagon. I am struggling to get back on. Hopefully summer and my art class will help me along. In the meantime a little story-poem I wrote up a while ago. It needs more editing, as does everything I write, so I will put it up anyway.

A photo I took of a dear, lovely friend. She is blowing out a match, not smoking. I think she looks like a platinum ghost. 

Night Ghosts

While I waited across campus

For you and your three stripe sneakers

I saw two shimmering platinum ghosts

Umbrellaed by purple lantern light

They spoke in a soft hiss

With teeth of glass

And breath of smoke

I was hushed and still

But my bones trembled

They heard the trembling

And merged with shadows

Thrown on the damp asphalt

By swaying eucalyptus