The axe murderer next door [Shooting Newton District, Los Angeles, California]: photo by michaelj1998, 13 May 2016
Lets have ice cream at the junkyard
Lets go for a ride on one of those ponies
Lets go look at the house where the axe murderer lived
Lets just stand in the doorway and like not go in that room
Lets sneak up back of Home Depot and see if there's any free stuff
Lets go for a ride on another one of those ponies
Summers like my favorite time of year
pick your poison [Los Angeles, California]: photo by michaelj1998, 11 May 2016
Front Porch [Lake Harbor, Florida]: photo by Mary, 5 December 2015
Plus 8 Acres [Lake Harbor, Florida]. 2 beds/2 baths + 8 acres. Appraised value $35,000. And it's been for sale for years.: photo by Mary, 7 December 2015
Blowing in the Wind [Lake Harbor, Florida]: photo by Mary, 8 December 2015
Dollhouse [Emeryville, California]: photo by efo, 2016
Portland: photo by Austin Granger, 27 April 2016
Portland: photo by Austin Granger, 27 April 2016
Sentinels. Black vultures stand guard over the Moore Haven Lock and Dam, a water control structure for the Herbert Hoover Dike.: photo by Mary, 24 November 2015
Dirty Work. Abandoned migrant worker dormitory. [Moore Haven, Florida] "Whether they wash their clothes on any given day has to do with how tired they are when they return from the fields. If they haven't got the energy to wash them they hang their clothes anyway on the line to dry. This disheartens the camp generally because of the smell and because it causes cutters to live constantly among the dirt of the fields. It gets into their beds and their hair and their stores of food." -- Alec Wilkinson: BIG SUGAR -- Seasons in the Cane Fields of Florida: photo by Mary, 3 January 2016
Caneworker Dormitory. [Moore Haven, Florida] "The cutters live in camps maintained by the growers... Some are surrounded by chain-link fences, a number have checkpoints and are off limits to outsiders." -- Alec Wilkinson: BIG SUGAR -- Seasons in the Cane Fields of Florida: photo by Mary, 3 November 2015
Layers Upon Layers [Moore Haven, Florida] : photo by Mary, 24 January 2016
Broken Dreams. Abandoned migrant worker dormitory. [Moore Haven, Florida] "... more than one in every three cuts himself or is cut by someone who has lost control of his knife, or wrenches his back, or suffers an attack of some kind in the heat, or steps in a rabbit hole and turns an ankle, or is bitten by fire ants, or pierces his eye or his eardrum with a sharp leaf while bending over and grabbing a stalk..." -- Alec Wilkinson: BIG SUGAR -- Seasons in the Cane Fields of Florida: photo by Mary, 4 January 2016
Lets have ice cream at the junkyard [Los Angeles, California]: photo by michaelj1998, 13 May 2016
pick your poison [Los Angeles, California]: photo by michaelj1998, 11 May 2016
The axe murderer next door [Shooting Newton District, Los Angeles, California]: photo by michaelj1998, 13 May 2016
Tokyo Aquarium [Los Angeles, California]: photo by michaelj1998, 20 May 2016
Weight him, weight, weight him with the sleepiness of the moon.
[Untitled, Newark]: photo by J Perez, 24 November 2015
[Graffiti, San Francisco]: photo by Catherine Sparacino, 27 December 2016
[Untitled, Outer Sunset, San Francisco]: photo by Catherine Sparacino, 7 December 2015
Out for an early morning read [Guilford, Connecticut]: photo by Philip Greene, 18 May 2016
This_Love: photo by dea Max, 19 May 2016
Cohen Furniture, Peoria Warehouse District [Peoria, Illinois]: photo by Brian Rowe, 10 March 2015
Cohen Furniture, Peoria Warehouse District [Peoria, Illinois]: photo by Brian Rowe, 10 March 2015
Wallace Stevens: Madame La Fleurie
Tokyo Aquarium [Los Angeles, California]: photo by michaelj1998, 20 May 2016
Illustrated Wallace Stevens: Madame la Fleurie: James Romberger via The Hooded Utilitarian, 28 July 2011
Weight him down, O side-stars, with the great weightings of the end.
Seal him there. He looked in a glass of the earth and thought he lived in it.
Now, he brings all that he saw into the earth, to the waiting parent.
His crisp knowledge is devoured by her, beneath a dew.
Weight him, weight, weight him with the sleepiness of the moon.
It was only a glass because he looked in it. It was nothing he could be told.
It was a language he spoke, because he must, yet did not know.
It was a page he had found in the handbook of heartbreak.
The black fugatos are strumming the blacknesses of black . . .
The thick strings stutter the finial gutturals.
He does not lie there remembering the blue-jay, say the jay.
His grief is that his mother should feed on him, himself and what he saw,
In that distant chamber, a bearded queen, wicked in her dead light.
Wallace Stevens (1879-1955): Madame La Fleurie, 1951, from The Rock (1954)
[Untitled, Newark]: photo by J Perez, 24 November 2015
[Untitled, Outer Sunset, San Francisco]: photo by Catherine Sparacino, 7 December 2015
This_Love: photo by dea Max, 19 May 2016
Closed for Business [Peoria, Illinois]: photo by Brian Rowe, 16 February 2016
Closed for Business [Peoria, Illinois]: photo by Brian Rowe, 16 February 2016
Closed for Business [Peoria, Illinois]: photo by Brian Rowe, 16 February 2016
Peoria Graffiti [Peoria, Illinois]: photo by Brian Rowe, 23 March 2016
Secure privacy [Richmond, California]: photo by efo, 17 April 2016
If you can't afford cable [Los Angeles, California]: photo by michaelj1998, 13 May 2016
Mt. View Tea Room [Tyro, Virginia]: photo by efo, 21 May 2016
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