
A Collection of Personal Writing, Photography, and Things I Like





The Job of a Shadow
On a Wednesday, Tom’s shadow called out sick. You see, it had been a dry and clear November, so Tom's shadow hadn't had any time to rest.















Surburban sprawl.
Winter walking.
Depression cooking.
This cat.
Good dog.
You are here.
Out of service.
The view from here.
soak it up.
scar tissue.
the view from here.
It’s all downhill from here.
staples on a telephone pole.