Wolf Howls!

Yesterday was a whirlwind of errands, talking, running and talking, and then busses and trains and all the while asking questions and commenting on surroundings and seeing paintings and then... surprisingly, a bit of silence.
But that was because of the traffic below us that was drowning out our voices that things were quiet. Then we descended into Brooklyn via the Willy-B and Holy Cow did we scream!!
All the way down, with shoelaces flapping and belongings spilling and feet barely touching the ground.
Then at the bottom, for some reason, we had to walk backwards to calm down and consider our places in this crazy messed up world.

And it was a tiny hand reaching for my much larger hand.
...

This brought it all down to a manageable level.
He's cool to me like that.

And it was dark outside, and it was quiet.

Melon Hunt.

We put the platforms on Burger, strapped the walking helmet onto his brunswick and hiked across the bridge to see a man play a flute for some grass in the basement of the gallery in which I will be having a show very soon.
It was a wonderful walk until Burger left this graffiti on the bridge.

I like his sense of humor, but that was dangerous.