Like a plant reaching towards the window for sunlight, I usually emerge as my most productive when it’s bright and warm outside. I’m typing new projects up and collecting more photos for what I hope will be an ongoing series to keep me busy throughout the fall.
It’s a cold Sunday morning, and I’m sitting on the floor in front of my record player. There is a persistent tightness in my throat nagging at me alongside a wavering in my body like my limbs are trying to not become lost at sea. The guitar strums on this record remind me of heat…