Celebrated my birthday by going to see a free bluegrass festival in Golden Gate Park. Bliss.
This photo is made infinitely better by the crying child in the bottom left hand corner.
Dancing to Gogol Bordello.
I should have asked her name.
He grimaced at me when he saw me aim. I love him for that.
We celebrated the end of the day with beers and laughter in a local "tropical" themed dive bar.
We could all get a little bit to gain, we could all give it up the same.
He turned around to search for friends, and gave me one of my favorite pictures I've taken.
We had regal archways and dreams fit for kings.
Of these cut-throat busted sunsets, these cold and damp white mornings I've grown so weary.
If through my cracked and dusty dime store lips I spoke these words out loud would no one hear me?
