perhaps the truth depends upon a walk around the lake
—notes toward a supreme fiction
What a lovely portrait of your dad. Nice to think of him on this beautiful first day of August.
Hi Chris, yes a great photo of a complicated, difficult, wonderful, pain in the butt, lovely man who played the guitar and sang himself into the next world or where ever.
I love the feather. Not very long ago.My word verification is actually BALLS. Probably not a good time to post it but I have feeling you'll appreciate the wicked universe's sense of humor.Rebecca
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