le grand macabre at barcelona opera

flaming lips at oakland fox theatre

dead man walking at san francisco opera

chris calloway at espiritu in santa fe

mystere in las vegas

camper van beethoven in bolinas

porgy and bess at san francisco opera

madama butterfly at los angeles opera

neil young at the warfield

to be straight with you (dv8) at yerba buena

kitchen sisters

fresh air

lost and found sound

Because I could not stop for Death

-by Emily Dickinson

Because I could not stop for Death,
He kindly stopped for me;
The carriage held but just ourselves
And Immortality.

We slowly drove, he knew no haste,
And I had put away
My labor, and my leisure too,
For his civility.

We passed the school, where children strove
At recess, in the ring;
We passed the fields of gazing grain,
We passed the setting sun.

Or rather, he passed us;
The dews grew quivering and chill,
For only gossamer my gown,
My tippet only tulle.

We paused before a house that seemed
A swelling of the ground;
The roof was scarcely visible,
The cornice but a mound.

Since then ‘tis centuries, and yet each
Feels shorter than the day
I first surmised the horses’ heads
Were toward eternity.

Cherry Blossoms Blowing In Wet, Blowing Snow

- by James Galvin

In all the farewells in all the airports in all the profane dawns.

In the Fiat with no documents on the road to Madrid. At the

Corrida. In the Lope de Vega, the Annalena, the Jerome. In time

past, time lost, time yet to pass. In poetry. In watery deserts, on

arid seas, between desserts and seas. In sickness and in health. In

pain and in the celebration of pain. In the delivery room. In the

garden. In the hammock under the aspen. In all the emergencies. In
the waterfall. In toleration. In retaliation. In rhyme. Among cherry

blossoms blowing in wet, blowing snow, weren’t we something?

this - brian eno

you don’t know me

romneya coulteri

hydrangea

poppies

peonies

magnolia grandiflora

the smiths

camper van beethoven

greg’s agnes b t-shirt

flaming lips t-shirt

doctor atomic

dead man walking

madama butterfly

einstein on the beach

camper van beethoven

the smiths

scones

caesar salad

espresso granita

kale

philip glass

satie

brian eno

gorgeousness!

oh gorgeousness!

look at this gorgeousness!

nothing can hurt me when i’m grateful

Look for the joy in life for in the not so distant future your time and life here will end.

mark rothko

Gilead

The Picture of Dorian Gray

Cold Sassy Tree

In Watermelon Sugar

Blindness