Moonshine Junkyard

i had a nice easter weekend, partly because i'm finally turning back into a social butterfly! (that nesting thing has had me staying home more often than not lately) addie came to town and we went to check out marmy's new digs. my mom and her hubby moved into the cutest little cottage close to town with a pretty yard and space for a trampoline for his two daughters!  it has the most charming screened-in sunporch. the girls want to have slumber parties here during the summer. my mom has a knack at making a home comfy and pretty.  her cat, nettie, helps a lot with that too. some easter eggs made by jack's two daughters. they are age 11 and 14 and very crafty. my stepsisters. wow. (i forget sometimes!) that night there was a big show down at our favorite local hang out and bar, cozmic cafe. our friend scott's band, san similar played which always draws a crowd. and this time his openers were comprised of other old friends who go w...

friday night i headed across the canyon in the cool fall eve to join my sister and her friends in nevada city for a big ol' wild west style bash that she's been cooking up for quite some time.  everyone showed up in kerchiefs, boots, leather, turquoise, suspenders, vests, holsters, bullets and feathers. true hoe-down fashion.  i wore an antique black corset, silky blue feather boa, and poufy black bloomers with blue ribbons. we slugged whiskey from flasks and stirred cocktails with a stick. there were cakes soaked in rum and shaped like cowboy boots. flags, stars, lights, and homemade saloon doors. addie even had tinny ragtime music coming from hidden speakers so it sounded like it was playing in some haunted basement. there's me frolicking with sasha . the dancing just couldn't quit. four september birthday girls celebrated that night: addie, bee, andi, and kristen. what grand old dames, a saucy brothel, a beauteous bevy! kriste...

today is my sister adrienne's birthday. you all probably know how ade loves and craves the desert lands , so in honor of her birthday we just took a little trip for few days down south on 395 on the east side of the sierras to the desert. in the desert it is like someone left the light on too long. so bright your eyes hurt, there is a roaring beneath the surface and in the sky. in Death Valley the surface of the earth can reach 200 degrees fahrenheit. sometimes fighter jets scream by down out of nowhere and dive straight into the canyons and you are aware of inauspicious mechanical powers that still have no match for these eerie desolate lands. everything seems more rickety, more rustic, more dusty. there is a shimmering pallor over life and death alike, dry creekbed and bone, sunflower, dune, tavern.  like nothing is quite real...or is too real. when i say desolate i surely do not mean abandoned. i mean forsaken and sometimes forgot...