turns the highways to dust ...

i left all my homes.
i lost all my loves.
my feet still roam
my head hangs low
.but still i look tward the ever-bending horizon
for the that first sip of sunshine.


(400 speed portia 120 via diana
northern california autumn 2011)

when the gods are away, the mortals will play

crystalmafia goes to athens
captured by mrs.diana f+ and mini

medium format facinations ...

random bits and pieces from
my diana f+

inka

stini

no pants

pictures and painters

feast.

on a more serious note...

the day my grandfather passed...
i was in london.
was brought to this cemetery to mourn.


assembled in memoriam.
rip. Bobby Angel


i love you very much.


wish i could have been there, but he was
celebrated here.