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.

All the little babies/they're all going to die

Brief--going to Houston with Kristen this afternoon. A few photos taken from Sherman--there are more from this roll that turned out well and I will post later. 

FREEDOM! BONDAGE!

Zeni is (was) a metaphorical fish, Betta variety, who represented a lot to Kristen and me. To our surprise, the weight of being some form of message-bearing fish ultimately was too much on Zeni, and he passed away. Not content to have such an important symbol floating around in the public water system of Sherman, we decided to give him a proper burial. FREEDOM! BONDAGE!