There is a pervasive state of decay to this city. The relentless heat and moisture tear everything from structures to streets slowly apart. There is a charm in that though. Life goes on, sometimes ending, but always rising in another form.
Bug
Corn
"Uncle John's Apple Farm" reminded me of all those places you would go to as a child and...
A Spot In The Sun
I started the word processor at my desk, after sitting here for the past hour thinking...
Remembering
A friend died last week. I referred to her as my sister-in-law, even though she was really...
Pale Shelter
"Umbrella" is another term for the parasol, which was first used as a protection against the...