One day I'll just fly away... oh wait I already did!

Every time I fly, I try to make sure I can pretend there is nothing between me and the sky. That way, I can either feel like a giant, or like some kind of magical creature, relaxin' cradled by some over ambitious cloud thing that fills up my rib cage with buoyant elation.


These crop circle things reminded me of Burning Man. I can tell that they aren't, but I wish they were.
Then I could have at least flown over Burning Man this year.
I love how blue the atmosphere makes these green feilds. I also love the grid and the wash of clouds.
Speaking of a wash of clouds, these feel like foamy ocean tide. If I could be a giant I would swim in the sky and splash in these clouds!
And finally the sunset. I love flying at sunset. So so much. My camera isn't good enough to capture just how spectacular this was. Everything was washed in warm orange light. I tried the best I could. It helps if you tilt the screen.

Oh did I mention the camera I used to have got stolen. It was a couple weeks ago. Luckily I inherited another one, even more mediocre than the first (the last one I had wasn't so bad... but this one is pretty bad. Also, pretty old). Why is this lucky, you ask? Because maybe it will push me to get a better camera!

Greenwich Village

Lucas my contra dancing friend, at his beautiful theological graduate school, that happened to be two blocks from where I happened to be in Manhattan on Saturday. I know him from contra dancing in Berkeley. It was so nice to see a familiar face!



After going to a viola da gamba meetup, and seeing Lucas, I boldly got on the number 1 train downtown. I was headed to go see my friend from Massachusetts (in the band Goli) play a gig in the village. I didn't bother to check my directions which told me to take a different train (probably the A). I also didn't check what stop I was supposed to get off at. S

I wandered around for a while, and eventually found not only cafe Vivaldi, but the band, who I then took a walk with.

These two pictures were from before I found them.





As we were taking a walk together, we came across some Morris dancers. I think they looked pretty cool. (we also came across some delicious gelato.)



my luck ran out for the evening after I got out of the concert. It could have been a lot worse, still. I mean, I did get home all right, eventually.

Vacation in Vermont, we have heterosexuals

Sunset from a week or two ago:

In south station, in boston massachussets, there are advertisements for vacationing in vermont. There are street sign style pictures of people hiking, canoeing, and then this. Come to vermont, and hold hands! We know you miss holding hands.

Apparently in vermont, heterosexuality (or maybe just holding hands) is a sport.