I can't say how many of these there will be. These three snapshots compose the second post in a series I can't put a number to. The first can be read here. Thankfully, these didn't manage to be as depressing as the first set, with #6 perhaps being the exception. These, more for me maybe... Continue Reading →
Snapshot Stories Pt. 1/?
Many photographs line the hall in route to my office. Though they are all recognizably pictures that are housed in the Archives, they are not obviously attached to moments, stories, or people. It's a long hallway too. Walking by them everyday inspires me, in a sense. Every photo in that hallway has a story we... Continue Reading →
“That of the Moon” Short Story
So this has nothing to do with D.C. except in that I wrote it on the plane ride here. It is inspired by and dedicated to my good friend, Nick Koontz. Much love goes to him from up here, and I'll be so glad to see him again in December. While I had said half-jokingly... Continue Reading →