My old friend came in from the cold to the gold(en) state. Old as in I have known him close to two decades. Cold as in his permanent residence is Chicago. He visited me in San Francisco. It was a fine Sunday in the bay area. We decided to utilize nature's bounty in the form of sunshine and crisp air to our advantage and set out on a walk. First was an eight mile effort that saw us go along the north south corridor on the peninsula region in a county where 60% land is reserved as a natural habitat. That helps maintain abundance of foliage and wildlife. Helps to have the primary water source in the form of a reservoir along the edge of the trail. Morning mist and fog was lifting as we began walking. We took in an old water temple - a monument to a heroic engineering feat to bring crystal clear snow melt from the Sierra some 200 miles to the east to the west coast of the state for consumption. Next was a mansion a...
Among human crayons I am Brown. Also, my thoughts bounce around and resemble the idea of Brownian motion. This blog is an interface for the reader into this unique jello I call my mind. A mind so fertile anything grows. An agnostic yet curious mind. A mind attempting the Horatian or Kabirism maxim of Carpe Diem or Aaj kareso aab. Rated W I L D for wilfully irritating to large demographic is sometimes the latter - graphic in its descriptions. Caveat Lector!