The Bullitt is still in the shop, and it looked like rain, so I drove my car to have breakfast with Jon.
The clouds created a perfectly round grey lid that covered the town, above a bright turqouise sky, much more dramatic and brilliant than what these photos can reproduce. Or perhaps a giant spaceship out of a puffy non-reflective grey material hovering above Santa Fe.
October > Halloween > Skull-art on the walls of Counter Culture.
I like skulls. They are what will be left of us, at least for a little while, when everything else is gone: the beauty and the ugliness, the bright or dull personality, the silly beliefs, the stupid righteousness, the plastic surgery, the clothes, the attitude, the lifestyle, the fears, the chatter, the hair… I think skulls are cool. Tibetan monks, including the Dalai Lama, frequently meditate on death, and visualize their bodies decomposing. Embrace it or fear it. Attachment is futile.
In the evening, rain turned into hail: