Color of Water

"I don't think anybody but a drunk can understand the terrible the horrible horrible BLUES!!! a hangover can bring! of course I am no longer hung now, am fairly high, and even enclose a half-dozen poems I batted off tonight. not that it matters that they are good or not; what matters is a little juice flowing, good or bad, there's a little flowing again. I had a hell of a period, it was like steel walls built all around me. but now a little song and dance. it's not excellence we want, it's a kind of going-on, a clown's gesture. it took some deciding to come to this. I think we are all too careful. fuck reputation. if I have a reputation it's only the dirty work of others. I have a right to go on. nobody has the rights to rope and bind me. fuck 'em."
Charles Bukowski, September 7, 1965

Quite a change an aching knee can bring. Yesterday I walked 3.5 hours around town, camera in hand, and made a lot of pictures.

Today I yearned for the South Farms, not being able to run I decided to walk it. I was hoping to go the full 13 miles, but when I got to the end of the road at hour 2.5 I got fatigued, my knee was stiff and gimpy, energy was low, hard wind in my face, I got glum and grumpy, and blisters formed on the balls of both feet. Not a good combination, so I cut the loop short and walked the same amount as yesterday, 3.5 hours.

Not sure what all this walking is good for other than giving me a good time under the WARM February sun, a chance to speak with crows, and watch the shadows grow and merge across the fields.

A few pictures from yesterday's walk :