In the Yellow Haze of the Sun

Palm Springs. Please. is what i tweeted just the other day. wondering if just the sheer typing of the words would land me in the middle of the desert. wishful thinking i suppose.

these are the days where most of us, at least flowering folk, especially those of us in the northeast, patiently await the ground to thaw and look for any sign of spring that may suddenly reveal itself.

looks like we've still got a while.

in the meantime let's gather around the fire and sing some songs. here's a little something to rock out to live from the desert floor.



love and light // xx


another peek -- the mighty MM and friends

all images -- william claxton