A beautiful unknowing

 a cool sip of water and easy breathing.  A bunch of kale at the farmers market.  

Desiccated

and beautiful.  A life lesson for sure.  

Pigment flows into pigment

Liquid magic.  Glass involved.  During which a pleasant Chinese meal enjoyed, I think of all things flowing:  time, pigment, clouds, thoughts, your hand through water.   

Chairs by their nature

are welcoming.  These, like the fried-egg poppy, like an over-easy egg so optimistic. Among these chairs always a conversation.  Please, there's a chair for you.  

Yes, I do miss fog.

San Francisco does fog well.  Doesn't the Conservatory of Flowers appear ghostlike?  Don't the palm look like pens with black tutus?  FYI:  the flower sundial has flowers but alas no dial.  Then again, fog is an opportunity to extract yourself from time, moment by moment.  
 

Feathers preparing

 to be a pinwheel.  For what adventure are you preparing yourself?   May it be vivid.  

Afterimage of purple

 on a slice of radish.  Agapanthus implicated.