This is a picture of some seagulls I photographed on the beach, my shadow looming in the bright sun. The squiggliness of the birds on a horizonless landscape reminds me of Yves Tanguy.
Alistair instructed me to take this picture of him. He told me to post it on my Facebook page with the following caption: "I picked up this stud on the beach and I took him back to my hotel room and I fucked him so hard I'm raw. LOL." At the of every teaching residency he and I devolve to potty humor, a co-decompression.
I can't think of any other way to end this post other than seaweed. There's no conclusion in this gelatinous spiral, which both frightens and entices. My hands clench with the urge to squish squish squish.