i didn't really like the color of that last one. color is so dang tricky it's psychological. getting back to copper, he doesn't always smile, when he is rock hunting he's quite serious, but when we were walking across the spider bridge this morning i was thinking. i like to lean back on my heals and watch as he passes people and see his smile engender smiles. they don't always smile even though he's smiling, the scowlers scowl for instance. but the scowlers scowl may soften too and they may find themselves smiling despite their scowl and then feel a bit disoriented at the temporary displacement of their scowl in the face of this strange new creature. no matter, when it is no longer displaced, when it is truly and well lost, they will not miss it.

peace, babies, i'm just here to rock.