baby let your hair hang down

yesterday donna and i took a walk to the rose garden and sat there while it became twilight. everything was so green. then donna walked home, and i rode to hawthorne, taking the most indirect route possible. i followed streets that looked pretty. some streets were so overgrown with trees that almost no light was coming in. i rode through the park i like, by the elementary school. i looked at the playground, and the hopscotch and four square painted on the ground. it was almost exactly like the school i went to when i was little, except better, cause it's in a city.

i wonder who thought of cities. who could picture how this neighborhood would look when the trees got really big.

today.. i should do something? photography. my muscles are sore but i'll ride my bike far away, or at least to NW.

it's hard to be motivated. while i was riding around yesterday i was wondering why i'm not so obsessed with making art, the way i was in high school. i guess it was easier then, when i had art classes every day. now i have to choose to go there and work in the darkroom.
but i was also thinking that it makes me so happy just to live, maybe i have perfected "life as art" and i no longer need art anymore. which is kind of sad. maybe it's true that you need to be miserable to produce something great. in high school, in the suburbs, art was the only thing that seemed real. now i feel like i am creating something just by experiencing and being a part of my surroundings. i am a tiny piece of this ambience.

xo. becky