The Hanging Tree. San Francisco. California. 3.31.2012.

Are you, Are you
Coming to the tree
Where they strung up a man they say murdered three
Strange things did happen here
No stranger would it seem
If we met up at midnight in the hanging tree

Are you, Are you
Coming to the tree
Where the dead man called out for his love to flee
Strange things did happen here
No stranger would it seem
If we met up at midnight in the hanging tree

Are you, Are you
Coming to the tree
Where I told you to run, so we'd both be free
Strange things did happen here
No stranger would it seem
If we met up at midnight in the hanging tree

Are you, Are you
Coming to the tree
Wear a necklace of rope, side by side with me
Strange things did happen here
No stranger would it seem
If we met up at midnight in the hanging tree

Alpacas. Glen Ellen. California. 3.23.2012.

In continuation of my birthday celebrations, Eva took me up to Yountville where we had a 3 hour lunch at Bouchon. Then we proceeded to go looking for alpacas or llamas (my obsession). No llamas yet, but I got to meet some alpacas. I leapt out of the car when I saw them and they were very curious about me and came down to meet me. The first one there with a flower is Rosita. How sweet are they?

San Francisco. California. 3.21.2012.

Thanks Aisha! Safe travels in Japan.

Chamberlain. Los Angeles. California. 3.13.2012.

La Cienega. Los Angeles. California. 3.12.2012.

Women. Redwood City. California. 3.8.2012.

Bird Song. 3.5.2012.

Well I didn't tell anyone but a bird flew by
Saw what I'd done
He set up a nest outside
And he sang about what I'd become

He sang so loud, he sang so clear
I was afraid all the neighbors would hear
So I invited him in just to reason with him
I promised I wouldn't do it again

But he sang louder and louder inside the house
And now I couldn't get him out
So I trapped him under a cardboard box
Stood on it to make it stop
I picked up the bird and above the din
I said that's the last song you'll ever sing
Held him down broke his neck
Taught him a lesson he wouldn't forget

But in my dreams began to creep
That old familiar
Tweet tweet tweet

I opened my mouth to scream and shout
I waived my arms and flapped about
But I couldn't scream and I couldn't shout
Couldn't scream and I couldn't shout
I opened my mouth to scream and shout
I waived my arms and flapped about
But I couldn't scream and I couldn't shout
The song was coming from my mouth

From my mouth...

-Florence + the Machine