the nurses all looked over me, as I was ill, in bed.

I posted this picture earlier this year on July 27. I ran into it again today, and my response to it was quite different. Previously, I had titled it, “Middle Age.” I was trying to make sense of the image, make it say something. This time, I found myself reflecting on who I am and my physical health (not great right now). Two different ways of seeing the same thing. From the same person. Nothing remains the same, I guess. Even meaning.

from chaos, a sublime order.

an interesting take on the traditional “U” shaped motel/apartment court. to the right, four modular additions of trailers, randomly selected apparently. at the back, what appears to be the last of the original brick buildings. to the left, some incomprehensible building used for unknowable things. and dead-center, a large trailer behind the tree. somehow, it works. it reaches uneasily¬†in the mind¬†to being artful.