February 1, 2010:
In early childhood I lived in a place where there were large stands of eucalyptus. Ever since, eucalyptus groves feel like home.
Every tall stand of eucalyptus feels ancient. Maybe it's the wind which makes the trees look shaggy: worn and torn.
Street View: Stanford Avenue, La Mesa. The trees are still there, 45 years, still there: and one of those houses was my friend's, where we would fingerpaint after school.