wildflowers in memphis.

my dad has mastered the art of cooking mediterranean seasoned squash.
it is my new addiction.

" you see the depths of my heart, and

you love me the same. "

if i were to try to capture the essence of Memphis in this blog, i would epically fail.i spent the day we had in Memphis listening. listening to the people

their stories. their songs. their poems.
their struggles. their pleasures.

Met a protester,
who has been sitting for 22 years and counting,
would not accept a hug,
or thanks, only
praised God for her voice.
Met a British traveler,
who is on a journey to renew his perspective... on Americans.
was robbed, fascinated by Japaneses culture,
and sang about wine.
Met a poet,
who could not find emotion...


with absolute love for
Jazz. afros. tapas.
i have to peace out.

oh! and i thank joey for the fresh cucumbers we harvested from his garden this morning.

:) fresh and oh so yummy.

-Salmon.