The gr8ful grind

Let go of anger; It's an acid that eats away the delicate layers of your happiness

The reverse side has also its reverse side

Wednesday, February 10, 2010

It was early in the morning; everything was so still. The sun had just risen above the rooftops, still in an orange color state, throwing long shadows. No sound, not even birds or traffic. I could have been in ancient Greece, on my way to the Acropolis or something. I felt like that was where I was. It was sorta spooky. It was timeless. (Click on thumbnail for more detail) Palace of Fine Arts, San Francisco, California; January, 2008.


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