Spring over sky stretched like liquid Gumby.

Whilst the summer begins to stretch over the eternal wilderness like a turquoise Gumby

A heavy, drippy, covered feeling trickles through everyone

The sunshine rays continue to cling and twinkle to everything in their path 

The sky, when you look up is infinite. 

The most perfect juxtaposition to the ground as you can get.

Imagine the tiniest fraction of color but then quickly, as if falling down Alice's Rabbit Hole, the color changes. It opens up into a spider web of different fractions. Like Stained Glass. I love creating art words. It reminds me of my Kaleidoscope. 

Everyone should listen to the song "Wildwood Flower" by Joan Baez while looking at this blog,  but more importantly "Fall on my knees" by Sam Amidon (he went to Sarah Lawrence)

Anyway I've been moving out of my Bronxville apartment today and I am exhaustedddd.

Goodnight all. 

You've got your diamonds and you've got your pretty bows

Have you ever thought about what litters the ground?

I adore bells and wooden beads. I think I could be in a band where all I have to do is tinker with bells and maybe play the tambourine. I would love that. How marvelous.

Anyway, the ground is littered. Always. With cigarette butts, puddles, cobblestone, graves, tiny flowers, in the springtime-petals, each step is a dream especially when your head is always down. For some reason my eyes always reach for the ground and lately I've been pulling in every color, shape, and worlds litter. If my eyes are towards the floor, my head is surely somewhere up in the clouds. If you actually think about it each person contributes to the art of the worlds floor. Everywhere you go it is different, but somehow the same. Squares, shapes and shadows flow over the ground as fluidly as through ones own mind. It's also what people walk on which means everything on the ground is ever changing, evolving and full of movement. 

Curious. A lot goes onto the floor. 

As we see it the ground may well be the most special and wonderful piece of art on Earth, for we all contribute and make it beautiful. Nothing hinders the fact that any part of the Earth's floor or surface is valuable or was at some point to some person. -Just some thoughts to reflect on for the day. 

Finally found a throw away camera that was given away at the Sarah Lawrence midnight breakfast.

Of course I shot all the pictures within 20 minutes but they're all of the ground and/or surfaces

New photo posts when I have them printed. 

For now. 

I would like to go to Kathmandu

Nepal

Every time I think of the Far East I envision extremely tall mountains.

It's funny how people associate.

The above photo was taken by Doveman in Kathmandu, Nepal

It seems to be a place of peace, joy and spirituality

How much would it cost to backpack around the Far East? 

From India, to Tibet, Nepal, the Philippines, Indonesia, definitely Lebanon

((Cambodia))

From Bangladesh to Bangkok.

Mt. Everest anyone??

Vietnam.

GOA

The lure of these places- enchanting

Maybe it's because I am a child of travel

Yoga.

A spritual journey that one could never experience unless they experience it-

I feel very inarticulate about the reasons I feel drawn to this part of the world. 

Need to change the music.

Now Darjeeling. Maybe it's Wes Andersons fault. 

But first Paris. Le Francaise. 

Each portion of the world shall gradually be explored, uncovered as I become all the wiser with every step.

The petals fall and so don't forget.

Tiny images of nostalgia..

iPhone Memories. A Memoir?

Memoir?

Springtime scatters my thoughts away with the wind..

(Photo by Alee Gleiberman)

Clarity.

As I realize how short my time will be 

The city calls me and I will slowly fall into the new routine of scorching heat,

But before that

Waterparks, dreams, lengthy car rides (to say the least), time. 

Time.

Time.

CIEL

Stretching from light blue, to darker blue, to deep blue

Moving to yellow- blue to yellow

Then lavender. 

Fast food, joints, stretched out afternoons like taffy. 

The summer is calling me, sticky and sweet. 

Saturated. 

(William Eggleston)