Two Cars in a Driveway

I suppose what I had in mind when I took the above shot was a photograph I saw online by William Eggleston, the famous Memphis photographer. I love the emptiness in most of his snapshots.

Untitled, 1982-1985, copyright William Eggleston

Walkabout

Walking around our village yesterday (Thanksgiving), I noticed that weeks after the election several yards are still flying their Biden-Harris signs. Maybe because it’s not over yet, right? The fat lady still needs to sing? Okay, I live in a super-liberal bubble of a town, and I like it that way. I’m thankful for it. Most of my life has been spent in ruby red places, and it’s nice not to hear stupid conspiracy theories coming out of the mouths of rubes. I can relax and not constantly argue with knuckle-draggers.

Doing donuts in Wall Mart baby

This video captures wonderfully my late twin brother’s youthful spirit, how he always cast a wry glance toward life.

Rest in Peace, My Brother

Tim’s Gravesite and Burial Plaque

My twin brother passed away last year on November 14th. Finally, he’s been laid to rest, interred next to our mother in the family plot in upstate New York. The plaque above his urn has the usual name and dates, but the engraver also depicted a taxi cab and a book with the title of his memoir, The Cabbie’s Tale.

Rest in Peace, brother