
nineteen years later
new year

I know the T. Wolfe rule , you can’t go home again. And so, tried to snap this house one last time. Home of my step-dad. North bank of the James River, under a dense arboreal canopy, within earshot of the trains. It’s been a place of stability, comfort, beauty, work, love. He raised a family here early on. More recently, the past decade, this the home for an older married couple.
Oh lost!
14-58

I share a birthday with my god children, cake last night.
13 seconds
13 seconds, f22, very bright flashlight, retinal damage a distinct possibility.
father

Technical gremlins preventing me from uploading a photo, the server people, GoDaddy, say “it’s not us”, the webarati disagree, saying the “failed to write to disk” problem is a server side error.
I have been thinking about fathers, found our father’s father’s watch today. Our father died 20 years ago.
Seconds turn into years.
reliquary

Origin:
1175–1225; ME < OF relique < L reliquiae (pl.) remains (> OE reliquias ), equiv. to reliqu ( us ) remaining + -iae pl. n. suffix
in this picture, Jim Orr, Bill Underwood, Bill, Edith, ferocactus, darkroom, time, light, atmosphere, Baltimore, quercus macrocarpa, Mac, Emma Gray, Saint Stephen’s, 1943, Holcombe, Quincy, Steve Ashby, dreaded Xmas letter, it is all there. All time all the time.
ursus americanus

Trailname, the cubs. Planning another east coast hike.


