some weekend pics

what do we have here:

spray paint on some fountain equipment. sunlight on my window. finished xmas gift with this much yarn left. only catcti survive. modern construction methods are ridiculously poor. terra cotta stucco: orlando's staple. my knitting on a bench w/o me. bird love/shit on a lamppost. ten months of depression will do that to your house plants.

anybody else out there old school who learned to type on a typwriter and still persists to put two spaces after every sentence? just wondering.

...remember when you were young, you shone like the sun. shine on you crazy diamond. now there's a look in your eyes like black holes in the sky...come on you target for faraway laughter come you stranger, you legend, you martyr and shine. you reached for the secret too soon you cried at the moon. shine on you crazy diamond...come on you raver, you seer of visions, come on you painter, you piper, you prisoner and shine...