The first week of June my son got flattened at the roller rink in the park by a 170 pound man. The kid pulled a muscle in his ass and spent a week on the couch and another week limping around like his old man. It was a rough entry into summer break.
No. 0956_29A - Thomas, Barcelona Metro, Spain. August of 2025.
My father in law has been ill for some time and broke for even longer, so we moved him up to the City in July only to find out that he’s had congestive heart failure for likely the last 3 years. Nothing worse than being sick and poor in America.
We had a lovely trip to Barcelona and a rowdy family reunion back home in San Francisco, and last week my mother in law totaled the car.
No. #0949_24 - Thomas, San Francisco. June of 2025.
It’s been a summer… First world problems. Problems none the less. Everything, all at once. I’ve had little time to read or write or look at negatives or make prints. Although, I’m sitting in bed looking out at my garden as I write this with no illusions as to how fortunate I really am. With a little luck things will calm down a bit before the holidays set in.
Looking forward to winter.