Nothing zaps you back into reality from a beach trip like Sunday night grading. Good god man.

I feel born again when I return to the sea. – at Gulf Shores, AL

Shapes in the landscape.

My parents watch SEC games through their hound.

Applied topical medication to two irate black cats a couple weeks out from Halloween. Prayers appreciated.

Man with an immaculate skullet ahead of me in line at the Pig just bought $1500 worth of wine. I love you, Birmingham.

Walker Evans, "Bud Fields' Garden, Hale County, Alabama." August, 1936.

No better "click to confirm" than when you're booking a New Orleans trip.

"I love the bench that overlooks the baseball field that overlooks the house that looks like 'Church, Sprott, Alabama, 1977'" What a gorgeous way to start a Monday.

Behind the goldenrod veil.

Highly recommend biscuits and gravy and Bloody Marys to melt away your most dreadful Sunday afternoon tasks.

Inspiring how two cats & a hound can collaborate to break into the office you're zooming in so they can loudly fight for the duration of the zoom.

Dash studies the shapes of his new landscape.

I love teaching in the Deep South because you have colleagues you can do postmoderns with who will say things like, "as my mother would say, 'I don't mean this ugly...'"

Anna Ash's FLOODLIGHTS has just been reissued , and this album is so fucking good.

Ophelia takes my mother to the King's Spring.

The bourbon is a hundred proof.