Sara Ryan

There was a whole ring of them. No fairies in evidence, alas. Someone’s shed makes a sweet contrasting background. I can’t read everything in her hair. I definitely see broke. Really insistent directions require six fingers. The phrase, the little heart, and the fact that it’s on repurposed law office stationery. In case you had [...]

So rad. Hadn’t seen one of these in a while. He is part of a herd. Wall.

There are words elsewhere. Inside a Scrivener folder, to be precise. And they’re accumulating, although not as fast as I’d like. But when has that ever not been true?  

Years ago I retrieved this from the curb. It’s the least practical object I own. I keep it in the yard, the house being somewhat lacking in surfaces on which to display a large hunk of rusting metal. I especially love the clouded glass through which you could at one point have viewed your fortune. [...]

The street asks these things.

I’m indebted to the artist who put this up in my neighborhood. The gritted teeth, the grim expression — it’s like that, yeah. You want your writing to process, like with Pomp and Circumstance and fancy outfits. But sometimes what you get is more like processed, as in meat, and you’re trying to assemble ill-favored [...]

Almost compass roses: Hypothesis: food coloring does not harm goldfish. At least one hopes that’s the case. My previous photo post mysteriously vanished, so here are these, too: Sometimes the view just looks like a comics panel: Reflected clouds: A Baron Von Fancy peach, considerably faded: She’s floating: Art: Sporadic Internet for the next few [...]

Skelemermaid. Cool bird affirms your coolness. Best restaurant sign ever. And now…gnomes. I could not stop taking pictures of this setup. Clearly a labor of love.