View of the new science center opening in late September. Excited!

Hey, yeah so I’ve been so busy I haven’t had much time to write and when I have, had too much to write about to get it said. But here I am now I will try. Got an apartment. Nice roommates. Great location. Had a week to explore. Put a lot of mileage on my new Keds. Need a bike but am let’s just say poor right now. Priorities, right? Like the Iphone on my Visa. $15 worth of mismatched furniture and a bed on the floor. Eating mangoes daily. A lot of burritos. Wonderful weekend wine and artichokes in the Alexander Valley one of the most architecturally appealing cabin house I’ve ever been.Started work at the hospital. Gonna be some tough adult stuff. Feel the weight of life and death about it but then strangely light. Senior care somber tasks and all I can do is skip home to dance music in a way less burdened than I’ve been in months. Perhaps deep down I know what I need to do to survive. This city is alive and even if I don’t yet give much of a care about anybody in this place and consistently miss everybody not here, I am not depressed and not quite alone. This city, I’ve determined, has a heartbeat of its own and while when Odessa told me she left her heart in San Francisco I assumed she meant love of a woman, this city is a living organism that I suspect can make or break a heart of its own accord. I am happy to be here. I am strongly ambivalent.

The strange cocoon known as the Conservatory of Flowers.

So I suspect that showing people photographs of flowers that you like is kind of like telling them your dreams.

Boring. But hey whatever, if I bore then I do.

Dalia garden.

Rose Garden.

Japanese Tea Garden.

oops! reverse order

views from my backyard.

houses on my new street.

approaching.

my new house on my new guerrero street.

today spotted a man carrying a large sachet of peacock feathers. jewish kid washed my hand with salt from the dead sea. dogs are allowed in the mall! going with dave to see radiohead tomorrow.

My photos begin in Seattle in Wendy Liddle's backyard. Note the tall and beautiful evergreens. I guess this is Washington.

Washington is covered with these big flat cottagey sort of houses. Apparently, Wendy tells me, they are "ramblers." Appropriate.

Wendy's sister Tammy took me around Seattle. I thought she should buy these sunglesses.

Touristy pictures I feel pressured to take that are destined to waste space on my computer, rarely to be looked at or cared for again.

Wendy and the big bling.

Wendy and dad Byron stopping for coffee on the way to the rehearsal.

The happy couple.

Jo and Mark.

Smile hotpants at the salon.