Things That Are Perfect, from (Notes on) Politics, Theory & Photography: Kirmen Uribe

Things That Are Perfect Though a favor to the feet, to the shoes the sandals are bare skeletons. An olive tree lives two thousand years but tends to remember nothing. Things that are perfect sow terror in me. I don’t like them. My handwriting’s skewed, my gait more so, doing my best. — Kirmen Uribe Continue reading Things That Are Perfect, from (Notes on) Politics, Theory & Photography: Kirmen Uribe

Satchel loves his scratch board

.flickr-photo { border: solid 2px #000000; } .flickr-yourcomment { } .flickr-frame { text-align: left; padding: 3px; } .flickr-caption { font-size: 0.8em; margin-top: 0px; } Satchel loves his scratch board, originally uploaded by niehoff. Sent from my iPhone

Cicadas and August

August is the time most defined by the sound of the crickets, and the few out-of-turn cicadas that we get each year. Last Friday, on our walk, Dee and I found a dead, flat cicada, which I actually took a picture of. I find the sound soothing, but on a higher level, it’s urgent. The Continue reading Cicadas and August