City Geometries, the Odd Ruin, and Some Genealogical Burrowing
I recently realized that Jimi Hendrix's grave and memorial lies only 15 minutes from my house. Yesterday I and Stella the dog visited it. Interestingly the only other visitors at the time were also middle-aged grey-haired fellows. And yet the memorial showed signs of being frequented by young musicians and affectionate members of the opposite sex.
In the distance, Mt. Rainier
Yes, those welcome spots of cheerful color are lipstick prints
Many guitar picks were laid around the site; note the "little wing"