Writing Room, Fall Of 2018.

High school senior photos deserve makeovers as they age alongside us. Proof of evolution.

I have my Guide’s eyes now. Homage.

#Photo Lab Filters and Time Travel.

you found me

“Hunger, hunger is the purest sin;

It is an empty church in a crowded bin.

I’ve wept and I’ve stumbled

I’ve fought and I’ve craved

For the gravy of your soul,

But all I want to do now is walk among the

Barren trees in fields of snow.”

—Susanne Sundfør: “White Foxes”

The Return of the herd by Charles Sprague Pearce (1851–1914)

One had a day; one had a year.

(RMS, September 2021.)

One hundred and thirteen years.

One hundred and eleven years.

We know you were terrified, brave, horrified, strong, resilient, panicked, and courageous, and we honor you this night of the year. Death is not failure. Your lives were you and you remain wonderful, somewhere out here in our atomic jigsaw of existence. I’m so sorry you experienced such horrors.

Deepest of peaceful rest to you.

Finally got to thank them for saving my life after twenty years.

Large Dead Leaf No. 2 (1966) by Eliot Hodgkin

Banishment.

(RMS, 6-8-22.)