Monday, April 22, 2019
In the backyard of the house in southern San Diego my brother and I sold a couple years ago to raise money for the ongoing care of our 97 year old mother (needless to say, no inheritance heading our way), there were two storage sheds that had not been opened for a while. Pine needles had gathered around the handles. In the late afternoon of an overcast winter day, I took photographs with my flip phone.
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