Field Notes.
Essays, stories, and prose on image-making, memory, and material. Occasional. Unhurried.
Starting Again
I stood looking up at the bronze statue of Ernest Hemingway. An impossibly clear Spanish morning stretched overhead.
Read →Readiness Isn't a Feeling
"Readiness isn't a feeling," she said in a Brazilian accent. We chatted over grilled octopus, standing to eat like everyone does in San Sebastián.
Read →Warm Hands and Loyalty
They sat on a park bench as snow began to lightly fall on them. "My hands are so cold," she said.
Read →Trump, Ted Lasso, and Local Sports
Sitting here in San Sebastián in Spain's Basque Country, I realized something I hadn't fully appreciated before. I wasn't aware of just how deep Basque identity runs - to many people here, being Basque is more important than being Spanish, similar to Catalonia.
Read →The Oxford Comma
Nobody knows how alone I feel. People forget me, and no one even notices.
Read →Loneliness
He swung around the Sun. Passing by others just like him.
Read →The Boy at the Record Store
It was her favorite thing to do. She would spend hours running her finger through the paper covers of records, both new and old.
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