I haven't been in Texas. Neither state nor state of mind.

These are some of the photos from the last roll I shot on my thrift store camera before I left. It's an accurate (but not whole) list of that which I missed - missed seeing, missed having near, missed knowing, missed communicating with.

magical greenery

houses surrounded by hedges

things that fall to the ground

sunlit water, in all its varieties, garden hoses loose on sidewalks

pressing my face and hair in random trees

my dog walking me

thigh-highs, my car, refelctions of me and the sky, brakelights

plants to plant, dishes to wash, new cups from mexico to break one by one

smashley

my garden herbs, except for the pineapple mint which is taking over everything

air-conditioning in the floorboard of hot cars