All photos from this week were taken around my neighborhood, all within walking distance of my home.
Dear First
12, Never 2012 First Born King of Everything Frozen Hell Blvd High Horse, TN 04161 Dear First, Our estrangement is undoubtedly my fault and deserves an apology. I'm sorry you're an arrogant and judgmental prick, and apologize our familial relationship precludes addressing you as "motherfucker" or "son of a bitch." Sincerely, The Other One The … Continue reading Dear First
Hearth and home
Walls crumble and fall Wind and rain, fire and seasons Hearts and love remain During my weekly photo hikes, I occasionally come upon abandoned buildings. When I can, I stop to photograph the ruins. I always wonder about the circumstances the lead to the buildings being left to the elements. I think about who may … Continue reading Hearth and home
Blacksheep
"She had to know she'd cause a scandal," Ralf paced across the porch, stopping occasionally to peel chips of paint from the dilapidated railing. "The Family couldn't allow it." Hilda, Ralf's common-law wife, was on the porch swing, a bowl of estate jewelry in her lap, meticulously prying gems out of their settings with a … Continue reading Blacksheep
I solemnly swear
There were promises made, solemn vows taken on holy ground before God and man. Pledges to honor in good times and bad, through sickness and health, through prosperity and misfortune. No one stood up, no one said these two should not be bound together for life. It was meant to be. Their union, blessed and … Continue reading I solemnly swear
Half a tank
Gas prices are killing me and severely thwarting my photo road trips. If I gas up in town it's around $3.90/gal, a short drive across the bay into Tourist Town and it jumps over 20¢. Despite the higher petrol costs, we've been inundated with out-of-towners. Meaning I have to reconsider where I go for my … Continue reading Half a tank
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