What Is Found There

I drew a picture of myself without opening my eyes

yet somehow amazing

Self portrait as a bunny. #nofilter #happyeaster https://www.instagram.com/p/CNQUym4p5Qb/?igshid=g7fzidgcxdbc

An offering for the dead, who were alive last weekend and should still be alive today. #stopasianhate #saytheirnames (at Civic Center) https://www.instagram.com/p/CMs1ESBJgu8/?igshid=1te7uu6562cdf

today's art project https://www.instagram.com/p/CMaxEWoJVLF/?igshid=1on9hqukax2ey

San Francisco (at Aquatic Park Historic District) https://www.instagram.com/p/CLkWjW7JF6-/?igshid=1jd1evndhu7wb

A lovely evening for a swim. The tide was low and the water cool, and as I waded out (quite far before it was deep enough to swim) I noticed that the squishy mud I was wading through was warm, quite a bit warmer than the water actually. estuary :: the night gives back what the day has taken (at Coyote Point Recreation Area.) https://www.instagram.com/p/CLgQL7Npqwg/?igshid=x9ny8wrejqz2

"We are already a Buddha so why not just take the hand of another Buddha and practice walking meditation?" -Thich Nhat Hanh https://www.instagram.com/p/CLN0iCAJv9a/?igshid=1r93kj6hzzm3w

another ink drawing inspired by Michael Wenger https://www.instagram.com/p/CKfRR96JWe0/?igshid=1mdrehlv9tfym

calligraphy inspired by a talk from Michael Wenger, a Zen teacher, last week. The words are his https://www.instagram.com/p/CKfRDG5JsGU/?igshid=1dq5eg01wix2f

How Chinese Immigrants Built—and Lost—A Shellfish Industry - SAPIENS

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I hope this old grandmother/grandfather oak doesn't mind me sharing this image where their roots are showing. It's such a perfect illustration that, for trees, as much is going on belowground as above... more, actually, for the roots are where the tree does their thinking. deep :: the roots I touch when I am alone https://www.instagram.com/p/CJFCjRXpeXy/?igshid=1lkbf5705ohkf

there's a Moon among the persimmons https://www.instagram.com/p/CIjSmgXpo1_/?igshid=u6b01r53woo2

"Man as Viceroy" - an essay by Gai Eaton

It was the persimmons clinging to the leafless branches of a modest sized tree that first made me fall in love with this house. Now, 23 years later, I'm still no closer to getting used to their exuberant abundance. early sunset a flock of crows winging homeward https://www.instagram.com/p/CIenCWKJkRm/?igshid=1lv2mqb7dnqw1