Unless it’s iced. And it’s hot out. And I’m on vacation. And only if I can split it with someone. And only if it’s got sugar in it. And some sort of milk.
tiring myself out
It’s just scary how quickly and how dramatic my protective parts step in and start spinning stories. They say, “Someone’s at fault here” and my ego goes “Can’t be me” so then I have to create the enemy in the other. Can we just be victims of circumstance?
daydreaming
mom
anticucho en Atacama
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ghost coast
still no Leica
I drove down to Hope alone one day to hike real high up a mountain and a guy saw my camera and offered to take my photo. He had a camera himself, a Leica actually, and I had a strange thought, what if he gives me his camera? To keep…
He didn’t—instead he took my photo, with my camera (not the Leica) so here’s me, without a Leica (but still hoping he’d give me the Leica).
Machine Shop
Steven & Taylor at Bok
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car crossing Carcross
cleaning day
Lovers Cut Sheets
following the tracks
by Kaitlyn Smith
2020