quadratic equation
Hello, and welcome to What The Hell Is She Up To NOW? day here on the socials. It’s an excellent question. Thank you for asking.
Unfortunately, I cannot provide a coherent response because I am not exactly sure. But anyway, here’s a pier presented in slivers of itself.
Old Orchard Beach, Maine
photographed 3.16.2026
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Look! Round concrete things!! In Maine!!!
That’s all I’ve got.
Topsham, Maine
photographed 3.17.2026
hindsight
I was happy to find several Edsels parked in McLean – they are very ugly cars. They are ugly to the point that they become endearing, really.
I am not sorry that none of you saw my contortions while I was trying to get this shot. You know how it is: your mind thinks “Yes! That rear-view mirror. And a reflection. And the light bouncing on the fender. We’re not leaving until THAT shot happens.” and before you know it, you’re in danger of second-degree burns from all the chrome and metal you have to drape yourself across. Don’t get me wrong: I’m not regretting any of it.
(My friend Gerald has a collection of vintage Mercedes. I was very enthusiastic when I told him about the Amazing Edsel Graveyard I discovered. He tried to be nice about it, but I could tell maybe Mercedes People and Edsel People do not naturally co-exist.)
McLean, Texas
photographed 7.27.2026
farming: an uphill battle
There’s a town on the flat, eastern side of New Mexico that has one building and a cemetery. What I mean is – that’s all that’s there. Other than a lot of horizon, a bunch of sky, and a crop of wind turbines.
I’m sort of digging the symbolism (which may be unintentional) of the farm implements struggle to get up the hill: agriculture life is rough and getting rougher.
Inez, New Mexico
photographed 5.31.2026
they started with 50
Whatever these things are, they started with 50 of them. If the carton was full.
And that’s about all I can tell you.
Floyd County, Texas
photographed 5.30.2026
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