Tam
In this unending universe Tamalpais is a miraculous thing, the miracle of matter itself: something we can single out, the pyramid of our own identity. We are, because it is stable and it is ever changing. Our identity is the series of the mountain’s becomings, our peace is its stubborn existence.
Etel Adnan
Grab A Handful
walking by a florist on California, I see this basket of petals with a sign: Grab a Handful. I put down my mocha & box of cinnamon toast to photograph this basket of beauty. Florists come out. Is it okay, I ask? Sure, they say, & grab a handful, toss them in the air. And I do. Petals drift down on my head, my arms, the sidewalk. We smile. One florist gives me a rose. I offer my cinnamon toast. Their kindness in the air, flower petals too.
