Your mother and I are very proud.

This is the Scrap Fairy’s truck. Where else would scraps come from?

The deed was done as my life is done in watermelon sugar.  Or for it, in this case.  Lemons from one of K’s experiments.

It’s been a little while.  Here is a photo of a building under construction in the sunset.  I took it from a high-up window in a clinic waiting room.  I am there pretty often for professional reasons.  When I took the photo, there was a woman was standing next to me who had been at [...]

Baltra once had quite a US army presence. To secure the Panama Canal, of course. Now it’s where the main airport in the Galápagos islands is situated. I’m not entirely sure if this soccer field is a holdover. It’s certainly not the most attractive photo I’ve ever taken, but look at this. It certainly isn’t [...]

With only a little time in Miami and only a little knowledge of the town, I cabbed it right over to South Beach. What is it about this leaf? It’s trimmed, actually, and projecting about six inches out of a hedge that is equally well trimmed. Something there about order, and systems of organization.

This is cheating, maybe. Another image from the same place as the one before. There’s a cache of signs now nearly in the same place that the great orange diamond was in the previous image. They’re scraped up, piled up, and provide for any directive need. “Keep Left” is below “Keep Right” but splayed out [...]

Missiles.