29 February, 2012
07 February, 2012
05 February, 2012
Watching kate pitter-patter across a sunset, here with my adoptive SF beach family, her footprints scattered across this fine evening...
Wine, capricious -- serenity, too.
"Do your feet work?"
[puzzled look from behind dark lenses]
"Your feet, do they work?"
"Good, I want to show you something over that hill, and from afar your shoes looked as proper as your hair -- which is fabulous BTW -- I'm glad they're rainboots and not leather."
[giddy] "I'm a stylist!"
Helping kate splittler-splatter along a cliffside, we dance the rocky esplanade, eyefucking these skylines just a last few times.