These were taken last fall in one of my favorite old houses where my good friends live. In one small room, I kept finding things to capture. When it’s hard to love Texas, I am fascinated by how completely strange it is. The cities of the north have their mud and grime: Texas has its dust and splintered wood.
This is a window and air conditioner. With all the parts together, I thought it looked like a retro futuristic machine.
The ground here shifts.
No bad luck here.
Someone wanted in.
Seeing the cracked eggs and feathers in this narrow home made me nervous. I hoped that the fledglings escaped—or, that that they became fledglings at all.
I’ve always been repulsed and attracted to the grime by doorknobs and doorways.
Green and yellow