The air is creamy tomato soup, good for colds and wintry nights, the worst for afternoons in button- down shirts that congeal in my body’s squishiest places, sticky, soggy, sluggish.
The weary ceiling fan is a spoon, meandering through the broth, dragging some of it across the pot, failing to stir the remainder to action. Soup sits, motionless, going bad.
And the sun is a magnifying glass. I am the ant, withering beneath its beam, slowly drowning in this thick’n’creamy, mom-style with whole milk and a grilled cheese on the side, tomato soup afternoon.
They told me Texas would be hot. I didn’t realize it was an state-size skillet.
Other moments in Austin
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Z and F running through a sprinkler in the late afternoon of a May day.
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Order Sour Diesel,*Green Crack,*Jack Herer,Og kush , Purple haze , bubba kush , green crack , sour d Alaskan Thunder,*Super Silver Haze http://saintmaryhouse.com/
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Hibiscus flowers are stunning. But they only look like this for a day or two before they crumple and fall.
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On revisiting the things you used to love
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Diagram: Artists, Philosophers, Designers, Illustrators, Engineers, Businessfolk, Marketers and Salespeople.
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The Journey of Childhood
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3 years of learning.
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F on a pony at his very late third birthday party. He wore his long hair in a samurai bun.
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documentary, guns, photography
Wrong place, wrong time, wrong lens. My first time being shot at.
in Austin, United States