Author’s Note: I spent the weekend with my favorite people. We ate and drank and laughed and smoked and bickered and bowled and drove and walked through the woods where I saw turkey and deer and bones and bloodied hawk feathers and frogs (I even caught one but I let him go) and when Miss Melissa and I left on Sunday my heart felt rested and full of hope for the life I still have left ahead of me. It was an unsteady sensation that grew in pronouncements as the sun started setting and our train made its way along the Hudson. M. slept most of the time and while she did, I listened to Black Wing; taking photos of the passing landscape through a dull and dusty window.
Black Wing – …Is Doomed (in pictures)