These rad people live in one of Earth Age's vintage 70s books, Native Funk and Flash, which is full of the folk art that was happening in San Francisco around the early-70s.
It reminded me about my parents, and how I sometimes forget that they were semi-hippies back then too... they were far, far from San Francisco, but my mum spun her own wool and weaved rugs that are still in the lounge room of my parents' house, and my dad can make just about anything out of wood, leather, metal or stone -- and he regularly does.
I'm glad that some of their creative talents knocked-on to me, but I do worry that our lives are increasingly lived in abstract, intangible ways -- on the internet, phone, television.
Everything's available, fast, and maybe people forget how to be patient, to focus, to work.
Well, I don't know... I just know I sure as hell haven't done anything constructive lately.