while charging our car in phoenix, we walked into a mall. . . . malls strive to be somewhere between boutique shopping and an amusement park, but never accomplish either

this is a lousy photo. . . you can even see my reflection in the window. . . but, eh, I like it

Maybe I can be one of those people who only shoot photos of white-painted poles on the beach. I’ll create a website with thousands and thousands of white-painted poles on the beach. The photos will be shot from beaches across the world. The Caribbean. The Mediterranean. The South Seas. These photos will become extremely popular. Everyone who loves the beach, but is land locked, will purchase one. They will cherish the photo and hang it in their home. Likely in their bathroom.

When I took this photo, the trees in the background started to merge with the carousel and for a moment I thought the horses were emerging from the park. It was spooky and disorientating. And then I wished it was true.