At first it was a cold wet gale, like something out a Turner painting, except the crab boats tossing about were flashing lights into our windows...
i yearned to be pant-less walking around in the rain soaked desert, and today it was warm enough to feel a little bit right...
the bright orange Moroccan textile bestowed upon me for dog sitting a massive puppy has brightened my area...
at one point in time i was supposed to go work with textile weavers in rural Morocco for a few years, and i often wonder what would be if i had been adventurous enough to go...
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| Photo by Linda Vinh near Skoura in the Atlas mountains |
but wondering things like that are pointless and useless, and the universe has me right where it wants me, adventuring via books and photos while sitting in the dreadful wind and rain.
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