Magnolia Grandiflora

walking home tonight from the art store I saw a strangely-shaped (tall and thin) billboard with this on it:

which I took as a direct sign from my own personal god that eveything is going to be alright and only get better as the winter progresses, as my time without Mykle progresses, as the nights get longer....
What is it about the magnolia, the fury and diffuculty of painting something so luminous , so white, so white on white, so thick and fresh yet curved and thin...
Full disclosure I have a much smaller version of this poster on my wall. It came from the diner next to the bakery I eat at...the waitress brought it to me, kindly, after I visited her to ask if I could have it when they were done.
Now I just have to find a free day in which to go see these swamp dwellers.

When I dream about San Francisco, the hills tilt and get ever-more perilous and become monumentally huge vertigo-inducing slants. Everything is vertical until I am crawling up streets, tumbling down, bloodying my fingers trying to grip curbs and not fall....
like a Thiebaud painting, exactly, except without the candy colors:




maybe I should just look at the cake paintings: