Going to have to leave extra early as I don’t believe the Spring Garden Bridge will be open for pedestrians on Monday. Beyonce? Taylor Swift? Bruce?

My life scouting Walking Dead shots.

Halloween night in West Philly.

I want to process it a bit. Here’s the shot before:

One of those weeks where the appliances and remnants of appliances were everywhere.

Last week it was cat furniture.

Want is a thing that unfurls unbidden like fungus, opening large upon itself, stopless, filling the sky. But needs, from one day to the next, are few enough to fit in a bucket, with room enough left to rattle like brittlebrush in a dry wind.

Leguin, Ursula K. “A Very Warm Mountain.” Parabola 5, no. 4 (Fall 1980).