EVERY DAY

I decided to write about death every day.

That sounds good.

Eight or ten.

I think nine or eleven.

Eleven’s good.

A threshold number.

My battery’s almost dead – just ten pictures and it’s almost dead.

I’m just taking abstract pictures of plants growing up out of the sidewalk.

They’re brave, you know?

It’s not so much that I like it, I admire it.

Yesterday Emitte killed a rat, a baby rat, in my backyard.

I don’t like to see anything dying.  Or dead.

Adam’s car is the only one on the block.

I don’t think I’ve ever seen that before.

It was a wonderful afternoon.

Yes, it was.

I’ll email you the pictures.  

    ~ April 26, 2012