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April 27, 2003
There is a hillside in a town called Gorman, which is about an hour or so north of here, just past Pyramid Lake on the 5. On Easter, on my way home from a kung fu tournament in berkeley (i am an official silver medalist! i think i would like to make some new business cards... Mary Chen: Silver Medalist. Hey! Do you need any cereal endorsed? Or automotive services? I can take care of it.), me and a co-fuer were driving past it and i almost died -- like jesus! -- because on this hillside is this eruption of wildflowers. Purple and some smatterings of orange and yellow, plus pale green grass underneath, plus blue sky above. And it goes on for quite a bit, and it's not deliberate or landscaped (i mean maybe some humans got the seed started but the wind and sun and rain took care of the rest so everything is kind of smeared on there, rather than arranged) and it really makes you feel like rolling around in the sunshine with baby animals like in that weezer video. Anyway, I finally got a digital camera so I went back there yesterday and took some pictures of it for you. And then I had biscuits and gravy with Lori D and her nice friends, and we looked up the purple flowers in her book and they are called "purple fringe." [No they're not.. someone named tom spindler just sent me much more convincing proof that they're actually texas bluebonnets. Oh well.] They smell very nice. One of her nice friends said there is a field of red poppies off the 14 that I should check out. I will. Anyway, wish you were here. Look! Hill the first, merged I think my favorite part about that last one is, if you've ever seen Microcosmos, all the sudden you look back at the big merged ones and you think oh my god, there must be four trillion totally blissed out bugs living around there. Lucky bugs. Who can wait for Winged Migration? Not me. Thunk at 03:24 PM |
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