Dave and Janine and I took a tour of the warehouse district this day, walking around from air-conditioned gallery to gallery. The temperature outside was in the mid 90's as every day had been since we arrived in New Orleans. The deserted streets echoed with the distant sounds of a sleepy city.
We had been at the hospice with Dave's mother all that week. I stopped to take this as we...
I loved the sky on this night as we left my brother's house. It had been raining...
I left the house that morning to walk to the gym, but what's been happening...
We've all seen them, and we've all felt the inexorable pull to stop and browse, perhaps even...