Welcome to Your Wild Heart ☽

december 2, 1991 in frankfurt at the now defunct greek restaurant "samos". photos by mischa.

Are you sure this blue is the same as the blue over there? This wall’s like the bottom of a pool, its color I mean. I need a darker two-piece this summer, the kind with elastic at the waist so it actually fits. I can’t find her hands. Where does this gold go? It’s like the angel’s giving her a little piece of honeycomb to eat. I don’t see why God doesn’t just come down and kiss her himself. This is the red of that lipstick we saw at the mall. This piece of her neck could fit into the light part of the sky. I think this is a piece of water. What kind of queen? You mean right here? And are we supposed to believe she can suddenly talk angel? Who thought this stuff up? I wish I had a velvet bikini. That flower’s the color of the veins in my grandmother’s hands. I wish we could walk into that garden and pick an X-ray to float on. Yeah. I do too. I’d say a zillion yeses to anyone for that.

The Who on tour with Herman’s Hermits & Blues Magoos, 1967. Photo by Tom Wright.

from Virginia Woolf's diaries, February 27th, 1926

pessimism

adirondack mountains, ny

Yeehaw! Santa Fe, NM, December 2023 Shot on Minolta Dynax 5000i with Kodak Portra 400

Blue Lake, ID 35mm shot on expired Fujifilm

Stevie in 1968.

GP & Emmylou

© Kate Rothko Prizel and Christopher Rothko_DACS 2018 

Pick roses at night.