fifty years… sounds like a long time, sure, but those memories are still colorful as the dream you wake up from at noon, because last night you stayed up discoursing how humankind is a beautiful expression of infinite love everywhere, like a daisy from a crop-topped lawn because guess what? even fifty years after the “summer of love” somebody still wears tie-dye somewhere and everyone still knows, in the soul of their souls, how the universe itself is a total kaleidoscope, and maybe the whole point of this life is to watch it glow?
meet the glassybaby “summer of love” set
at the san francisco ferry building.