I Caught The Sun.

Feeling a wee bit jet lagged, and consequently having some early morning hours to kill, I will be dutiful. Don't worry, it won't last. But here for anyone interested, are a few photos from my first days in Scotland.  I like it here. It's pretty. 

My neighborhood in Glasgow. 

My school!

View of school through Kelvingrove park. 

A little fella in a kilt in Edinburgh. 

The old town in Edinburgh. 

 

Old town in the sunshine. 

Here's a video. I had this song stuck in my head all day as we walked about in the sun and then caught the train home. They aren't Scottish but their name is. 

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. 

The Room Where Summer Passes.

Well I have been doing a lot more of nothing lately. I started this:

Based on this photo:

From this groovy ad campaign featured here.

And then I drafted this:

At The Close

The sister leaves on the train

As afternoon fog crests the hills

I think of you

Buried in the years now termed “ago”

I buried you again

By a river in Russia

And sat on the bridge

To mourn

Oh, but all this I have forgotten

I do not think of it

On the way home

Or falling to sleep

In the room where summer passes

All the while listening to this:

and this:

and never ever doing my homework. 

If I Wasn't Such A Zero.

I do things. I swear. But not enough. Embarrassing.......

A sketch of a silly feline I did for a friend's tattoo. Meh-eow.
Oh. This is a real good song. The video is horrible, don't watch it. Just listen.