…all my photos look the same.
Same salvia, same bees, same blur.
Can’t be helped. I am powerless to resist those blues, those greens, those coppery wings, this pointed face buried in blossom.
You understand, don’t you?
(You’re just lucky I’m not into spiders.)
What I Kissed on My Summer Vacation
We Start ’em Early on Chesterton Around Here
august 1: looking back
In Which Huck Poses for a Flip Book