Today wasn't just another day.

But…neither was yesterday

or tomorrow.

Each day is different.

I guess only less than 1% of all days will be remembered,

at least what memory can will serve.

———

I just dropped mom off at the airport.

She visited us for about 10 days.

I gave her the "a day in my life" tour along with other Bay Area Highlights.

She enjoyed it. I'm glad.

I'll miss her while she's back up north.

———

Frida Kahlo.

Henri Rousseau.

Taschen makes beautiful books.