daughter of the clouds
Lately I’ve been missing shade trees, specifically the dappled light under them, the sound of the leaves in a breeze, the way it feels cooler under them, and how they feel like an invitation to sit a while. I don’t know where this longing is coming from: I’ve spent most of my life living where shade trees aren’t really a thing that happens unless you have to foresight to plant them yourself. But it’s definitely something on my mind.
But on the other hand, a bunch of trees would block these kinds of views.
Lubbock County, Texas
photographed 5.22.2026
drug/violence
I do enjoy looking at the random things that people post on poles. There are a lot of stories represented by this stuff. Like this pair things I saw in the Old Port…in my mind there is a direct link between the two .
But at any rate, I want to think that punch was real and not staged for the photo. And, what’s in the bag on the sidewalk? And is that one guy’s fly unzipped? And why does the white design on the window make me think of powdered sugar decorations?
Portland, Maine
photographed 3.15.2026




