Sun fern
And I unfurl on the cliffs
Spill my contained blood on the rocks
Fuse my body with sandstone as I change skins
Shift souls
For the hours spent
Melting
Hot desert sun
Eroding
Dry desert wind
Exhaling

The rock from Abiquiu lays on the laptop, makes the image look like a shitty stock photo. Mood’s pissy, and I’m just about to start answering interview questions to a British art blog. But my head is tight, and thinking rigid. I need something new. I need to socialize, and be on the road, seeing new things, and photographing. It’s not in the books for most right now, anyway. 500+ new COVID cases in New Mexico today. 200 more than yesterday. And we’re supposed to be the strictest quarantine state... I don’t even know what to say about it all anymore, and if you know me, that’s unheard of…