Still north-northwest today, a stone's throw from the Russian River. Up somewhat near where this photo was taken, in Sonoma. Groomed lawn, early morning croquet wickets, shadows saying that way. Wander. Go.
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May 11, 2008
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Brilliant. Again, the difference between you and me is your ability to beautifully sum things up with such lyricism and dignity. Perhaps I've become cynical and jaded with my own work.
Posted by: ty | May 12, 2008 at 05:15 AM