suburban dream

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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

 

 

 

 

 

her chair

 

 

 

 

 

very sick, my mother spent the last few months of her life in a nursing home.  each time I’d visit I’d find her propped up in a chair by the nurse’s station.  one day I asked “what are you doing out here, mom?”

 

  “I’m waiting to buy my ticket,

the train is coming.”

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

prediction

 

 

The Farmer’s Almanac was his Bible

 

It was going to be a harsh winter

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

remembering

 

 

 

 

 

when she referred to this color as old-lady-blue