(May 8) I’m still trying to figure out how to shoot the moon.
(Apr 7) Went to visit my mother.
There’s a park across the street
Beyond the park, a trail. I’m probably not supposed to follow it.
The journey ended badly for a traveler before me
It’s cleaner than the Gowanus Canal, at least.
There were a lot of these “utility pole trees”.
My mother has some photos of long ago
I was about 11 years old at the time.
(Apr 4) The last service provided by a carcass. Flavor. This time I reduced the stock to gel. I’ve been downgraded from gas to an electric stove.
Then beef. Beef bones are a rare find in the supermarket.
(Apr 2) Starting over again. New location. Same boxes since Brooklyn. The boxes and I are both worn out.
Perhaps people wouldn’t dump if the town ever picked up yard waste.
This didn’t turn out like I’d expected
The moon moves a lot too, I guess.
(Mar 27) Back to the city. In and out, very quickly. Most trips there end up like that now.
The LIRR windows are never clean