When I met her, she knew I had this power to go back in time with my camera. She’d let me have whatever I needed as long as when I went back, I photographed Sigrid.
a collection of prose that lives as fickle memories.
chelbur
When they’d pull up to the mail box, she’d come running out from under the pool deck pretending to chase after something. Probably a squirrel.
number one dad
There’s a kind of peace that comes in the autumn. The air smells clearer and feels crisp. Being swallowed up in a quilted duster made just for the wedding, and sipping good pour-over
simple and easy
When you put the potatoes in the pot, just go ahead and turn it on high. You’re just boiling them, they ain’t gon’ burn. You need some salt and sometimes I’ll go ahead and throw in some pepper.
a bird of haunting mystery
In Two-Thousand Eleven, I took a small vacation to Connecticut. Just north of New Haven there’s a wonderful pond with a bridge that cuts right through.