Cannery Row, Monterey, California


It started with a feeling. I don’t know if I can describe it, but I understand it when I feel it. It’s made up of bits and pieces of an old story or a memory, a flash from my childhood made current by recent thoughts. It has something to do with a clear blue sky and a sunny, cool winter day because it started as soon as I opened the window and got a whiff of fresh air. It feels easy, like an afternoon with no plans, but there’s much more to it. Joy. Joy is defiantly a part of it, accompanied by anticipation.

I love to chase thoughts. Usually, I can discover their origin, some stimulation, sight or smell, or the continuation of an idea I’m running down. All senses are at work here, but I’m not so concerned with that. The thoughts that interest me the most are the ones I can’t connect, seemingly random ideas or concepts, subtle images, and pictures that just appear. Invariably the search drops me off here. With an open window, a breeze rustling through the trees, and a jet from the airport making its way to an unknown destination.