there was a sweet puppet show at SHoP today and i started tearing hearing the childrens' voices, so fresh and new, so trusting and willing. and i thought, this is the thing we need to continue and never stop cultivating innocence and wonder and love and community. and i praise laura for allowing this to flower in a little disused storefront in a place where the norm is elitism and exclusion and money. these things can grow in forbidding or hostile circumstance, and bravely flourish, and even cast the whole place in a sweeter light.

i was talking distracted and that seems to be the way, either i'm talking or photographing and sometimes rarely weaving by circumstance and chance the two together. the most recent time we saw this cockatoo she was barking at copp and at first i thought it was the dog. the lady said she's barking at copp, she said, you like that big dog, don't you? and the bird barked and rolled her eyes. i'd love to see comet with this bird. he'd probly want to lick her. copp's more her style, nonchalant, like he is with all birds, who sense that and are drawn to him. and the crows, i think the crows are getting sick, i've seen many looking drugged, wobbling with dull feathers and scruffy necks. copp doesn't seem to notice, though when we saw one dead in the alley he was curious. there were many swallows i think, or swallows? migrating, and hal said the hawks would soon follow and invited me to a party on top of his building to observe them, but copp can't come. i think because it's so high up, though hawks might avoid a dog in the sky. so birds, god bless them one and all.