Hilliard — Stopped mid-stride by this painting in a window a block away from the bay in San Francisco. Like a memory frozen before me I had to capture it to share with my wife - the subject of my own mental mast...
Hilliard — There is something about falling asleep reading that makes dreams worth having. McCann, Hemingway, Lahiri, Austen. Typefaces leaving smudges on how we see ourselves. In the want or need to be someone ...
Distracted
When everything around fades in fall dust, the huddling warmth creates a blanket of sun against the frost glistened ground.
The hornet and the maggot - a lesson in gluttonous shame.
There is something about falling asleep reading that makes dreams worth having.
Chaotic evidence of a childhood war left unfinished. The basement floor is a scrapbook of Saturday night's souvenirs.
Makes me wonder where our journey started?