Dusty moods.

August 16, Martinez.

It's warm then it's cold. As my grandmother would have said, there are no seasons anymore in this world, y'a plus d'saisons ma bonne dame.
The circus is near the marina in Martinez, a town half an hour from San Francisco on the northern, inland part of the bay. The lot we're in is durt and with the steady wind going since we arrived everything is covered with a thick layer of dust, brown, penetrating, making you cough when you breathe it. Getting out with the stroller is a challenge, but so is staying in with a never-satisfied baby on the crawl.
Difficult days.