I want to write about turning fifty but I don't think I have it in me. (yet).

I keep coming back to the idea that I should have been someone else. I should have been something else. a high school art teacher. a flori...

it's hard to do anything else right now when the trees are doing things. when they are begging you to come outside, to stand underneath ...

I am not exactly ready to talk about the woman who approached me at target last week. me, flustered and sweaty-faced after twenty ridiculous...

spotted while I was walking home yesterday and then, the asking, the asking, the asking, and the singing in my brain, from the moment I bent...

but I sure wish I had. today I share with you the very best thing I have read in a good while. Elegy for the Last Bottle of Ranch This is no...

I once heard a fellow instant photographer say it would be cheaper to smoke crack and collect diamonds than to shoot instan...

found written in my moleskine, january 10, 2021: I did not squander today though it felt like I did I woke up at eight, then coffee put myse...

write down the things you want to remember. scribble them down on pieces of paper, scraps of whatever is around, whatever you have. write th...

there are times when it feels like all the words have already been written and all the photographs taken. it feels sometimes like we are dro...

tonight, we walked down to the end of our street to find a southern sky on fire. and we wondered if we should run back to the house, get in ...

things worth celebrating-- stories that live in found chair arrangements  and also, the people who love them.

   I saw a woman dressed as her grandmother's sewing tin for halloween the other day. I saw it on the internet, of course. oversized spo...

I fall asleep to the sounds of seinfeld most nights. seinfeld on my phone, which I place face down on my nightstand, dreaded blue light be d...