Walk Home

Debbie

by the strings of our hearts.
my incredible mom came to visit these past days. she was refreshing and calm, as we are beaten down, 'chewed up and spit out by a city' as matthew so poetically told her. she was generous, and embodied smiling love with spiked hair and blue eyes. she and i don't always understand our relationship, nor how we should or want to act, but we are figuring things out as age kisses us into wrinkles and maturity. and i hope every mother and child can have that same blossom experience. hibiscus orange perhaps.

Concrete and Kids

student work- part I

so life rarely happens as expected. and my first teaching experience has been no exception. teaching a familiar subject in an unfamiliar, foreign, and impoverished community has been an interesting and peculiar game of youthful jump rope. the kids and i learned together, me conversational portuguese, and they, minimal composition, subject matter, and exposure. it was an awkward dance that sometimes crashed into the bricks and mortar that surrounded our funny little classroom. but sometimes the steps were forward, fluid in tiny varying circles, and were graceful, achieving an image or two worth marveling at.

here some of the most interesting images that the girls took.










more to come.

A Winter Moon

Deadly

Eating pizza with a knife and a fork is a sin.

red and green emotion