Tag Archives: prose

Every Day in October . . .

Every day in October I set out to make photographs that were as much inward looking as outward. I visit the same spots year after year in close proximity to my home. They are little corners, paths, intersections, back lots, woods, groves, pastures of dying meadow grass. The locations are of no particular importance but […]

Walk, 9.11.16

September morning walk. Not enough sleep. I could blame Little Edie and her melancholic dance, but I won’t. A pained fade to black. A wrong choice before bed. We should have slept with the windows open. These winds. Behind them Autumn drags her loose gown over the dry ground. I’m beginning to feel her critique. […]