November 11.

Honda

Pinwheel...

The little things we cling to, pinwheels, sea shells, an old lamp. Such lovely narratives. Such beautiful objects.

October 4, 1971. 44 years later.

Bike Ride

 It was a random moment. My kid and I were going to make nachos, watch a movie, hang out. Last minute she says, "I want to stay at Nana's." Fair enough. Nana lets her stay up late, eat at McDonald's, and Nana has a great big dog. If I was 8 I'd want to be there too.

It was a lovely summer night. I threw a camera in my bag, loaded up a podcast heavy playlist into my (obsolete and no longer made) iPod (seriously, why are there no alternatives to this? screw you Apple) and headed out for a ride on an overpriced handmade single speed (I changed the bars on mine, it's more of a BMX cruiser now). And took photographs.

 It was a lovely way to spend a night. But I was happy to have my kid back the next day.

Y. Franks

Parts and service.

Big Sky

It's rare the skies of the prairies visit the coast. Instagram was rife with photos of clouds and sky and sunsets. It was like shooting fish in a barrel, if cameras were guns and clouds were fish.