One of the great joys of being nomadic is constantly finding places to sleep: Tonight I am in the Hollywood hills, sleeping in a castle that the original Dracula (Bela Lugosi) lived in - in my own room with black velvet curtains. A few days ago I was sleeping on the ground in Death Valley, covered in dirt, hanging with the coyotes. I’ve slept on blue leather couches, blank wooded floors, in tipis, on a pirate ship, in trailers, on sand dunes. i’ve slept curled like a cinnamon bun in the trunk of my car, in a hallway, beside a fish tank, in a VW van, in cabins and tents in caravans in the woods, and on the top shelf of a pantry where I climbed up the selves and slept above the spices. Thank you endlessly to the friends who have shared their roofs with me - you are the greatest.
by Cori Storb
full moon by cori storb
Nothing very very bad or very very good lasts very very long
Electric by Cori Storb
I took this photo in my dream last night.
The Midnight Sea by Cori Storb
The mist breathed in and out.
And she waited.