Day 67

"They danced down the streets like dingledodies, and I shambled after as I've been doing all my life after people who interest me, because the only people for me are the mad ones, the ones who are mad to live, mad to talk, mad to be saved, desirous of everything at the same time, the ones that never yawn or say a commonplace thing, but burn, burn, burn. ..."

— Jack Kerouac, On the Road

Day 66

I smelt the violets in her hand and asked, half in words, half in signs, a question which meant "Is love the sweetness of flowers?"
— Helen Keller

Day 65

"I can't keep it in, I've gotta let it out.
I've got to show the world, world's got to see,
See all the love – love that's in me."
— Cat Stevens

Day 64

“Regard it as just as desirable to build a chicken house as to build a cathedral.”

— Frank Lloyd Wright

Day 63

The city, silhouetted from all of the pollution.

Day 62

The Cutting Room Floor



For more photos from the AOC weekend, see my pbase site: http://www.pbase.com/ebarrett/aoc_shots

Day 61

A day of rock pile art at the beach, courtesy of J and the little one.