Your father made fetuses/with flesh-licking ladies (Houston pt. 1)

Kristen and I planned a trip to Houston, a city founded by oil-money, and steeped in an environmental shit-stew of its making that hangs the air thick as saliva. But that is where I have genetic-familiars, and Phoenix were playing, and where Sherman wasn't, so Houston it was.

This is part 1, focusing on the baby: Branwen, nigh on two, with her puzzle and piano and everything else meant to distract her. There are a few random photos of driving: a photo Kristen took of the Houston skyline in front and in the rearview mirror, and a shot (also by Kristen) of Good Records, a Dallas ritual.