i can’t get
June 12, 2009
into details, but this right here was quite an interesting night.
photo: the edison, downtown
on the streets of LA
June 11, 2009
i found this today.
self-profile #8
June 10, 2009
manhattan, 2009
mi querida feita
June 8, 2009
if i could fly to portland tonight and fill your house with peonies (the giant, pink ones from the farm that brightened up your wedding day) i would. te quiero mucho y estoy contigo, amiga.
my matches
June 7, 2009
they are igniting. thanks to jose and how much he’s inspired me to aim high these last few months. with things like this. and this. and especially this. half the stuff he says about photography still flies right over my head, but that’s ok. i have big plans and i don’t plan to stop until i get there.
block by block
June 5, 2009
the big, beautiful flower market — drip, drip, dripping with color.
christian, the terror
June 4, 2009
there was jose, who cracked my head open after toppling the red wagon i was riding in when i was 5 years old. next came alby, who shaved her eyebrows off and ran away from home only to be found wandering alone five miles later near an uncle’s house — all before first grade. then there was davey, who must have been six when he placed a pillow over watermelon’s pet bird and proceeded to sit on it until his feathery victim stopped chirping. with close to 50 cousins in the family, we thought we’d seen it all. then christian was born.
sweet sally
June 3, 2009
came to town. and as if her presence wasn’t enough, there was a feast of risotto, angel hair pasta, fettuccini, tiramisu and this giant tower of ice cream cake, vanilla mousse and strawberries soaked in three different kinds of cognac.
up above
June 2, 2009
june gloom.
on her last day
June 1, 2009
she woke up early to make her atol de elote. she said her arm ached, her knees hurt, her eyes burned and her head pounded. the truth is she didn’t want to leave. several years ago my mom applied to make my grandma a permanent resident. that way she won’t have to return to el salvador every six months. but the paperwork has taken much longer than we thought. so today, we once again drove her to the airport and sadly waived good-bye, hopefully for the last time.
