this lovely was parked right next to us at the farm we were picking berries ata couple of weeks ago. the door was open, dog hanging out inside, two baby car seats in the back, surfboards on top. just as i was leaving a polaroid i took of this beauty on the windshield for whoever these fine people might be, they appeared - an awesome couple and their two little girls, returning from their own picking in the berry fields. turns out this is just one of seven buses they have. i made sure they had my email, you know, in case they ever wanted to scale back to six. it's a funny thing, intuition. i can't help but feel this strong sense that somehow our paths will cross again.
I have my place in the world. In winter, I wear skins. In summer, I wear hemp. In spring, I plow and plant and have enough to do. In fall, I harvest and gather and have enough to eat. When the sun rises, I get up. When it sets, I rest. I am free to do what I want in this world, and with this I am content. - chinese hermit shan-chuan