Glass of

May 22, 2005 12:43

While I was walking this morning, a small black insect flew straight to my foot, stung me, and died. There really isn't much to say to that.

Found the old fillums of Nevada. The strip was much different in those days: the Desert Inn, Frontier, and Silver Slipper have all gone. So has the campsite in Tecopa, near Tecopa Hot Springs, and the mountains chiaroscuro'd and grey. Mountains look different in Nevada. Who's to say it isn't holy Mecca.

Today I'm going up to the cabin on the lake. Coming with are Salinger, pastels, charcoal, and wine. And a camera.
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