Turns out that ‘69 was the year my artistic life really began. I got out of the army after four years and the Vietnam war, where I was a nurse and conscientious objector… that was February of ’69... started my photography work at the San Francisco Art Institute, September ’69... while San Francisco and the USA were violently divided, all I wanted to do was make beautiful images. So, this series of grainy black and white images came to be… Had a house by the beach bathed in fog most days… Grace Slick and the Jefferson Airplane lived a couple of blocks away…They were the opening band when the Family Dog started in ’69 just up the beach…I danced, got high, grew my hair, made the pictures you see, and healed slowly: a process that continues to this day… But today the cycle/spiral seems back at that same node… the USA is in another paroxysm with Drump and his gang doing their best Rixon imitation… greed and systemic violence are strangling the joy out of life…time to dance, grow my hair, get high and add as much beauty to the world as I can…