passage

 

 

 

 

 

“…I have to admit that I’ve … always felt burdened by nostalgia, by a desire to stop time, to recapture things that have been lost. A sense that everything, absolutely everything, is on a journey from which there’s no return.”

 

 

Natalia Sanmartín Fenollera

 

 

 

 

 

on the side streets

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Woodstock, Vermont

 

Roger, originally from Brooklyn, NY, was stranded in Woodstock when his car broke down fifty years ago. He never left.

Roger lives with his dog, Pepe

and is one mean pickleball player.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

prediction

 

 

The Farmer’s Almanac was his Bible

 

It was going to be a harsh winter

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

sunday drive..

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

is that still a thing?

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

a neighborhood story

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

secret gardens and satellite dishes

 

 

“I always wanna sit down with my mom and talk bout old neighborhood stories.”
Jordan Hoechlin