Up since 7:30am. Early start, long day of photographic work. Excited for tonight; Bret Easton Ellis reading from his new novel at Powell’s.
3:31am. Dusting photographs, drinking Cook’s Extra Dry, listening to a Minor Threat cd I re-purchased when I first moved to the West Coast.
With stones tied to his hoppers, the poor bunny held his breath at the bottom of the creek, while the kids on the bank pointed and laughed.
The abandoned fountain in the woods filled with drowned birds and stray pets from the neighborhood; at night the moon shines brightly down.