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A chrome-plated dream of Texas: big sky, big oaks, big fins, big dreams in the gathering dusk.

After a few months of getting settled in, Kitten graces the drive of her new Texas abode. The house, built in 1959, forms a great backdrop. Just missing longhorns on the hood, I suppose . . .

Late afternoon, late fall. Hazy light piercing a gnarled oak tree. The scent of bar-b-que and the drift and riff of a guitar, someplace. This lowered, pinstriped '53 deVille was hunkered at the curb on South Congress across from the Continental Club. A weird orange glow from the grey paint. Very cool, very Austin. I've arrived.

This quicksilver summer is about change, allegory, symbols. There's a small alleyway in San Francisco just behind my office. This sign - from where? - greeted me yesterday.

Just before this trip began, I picked up a Holga camera for the first time. I'd been warned about the various idiosyncrasies, good and bad, so I knew what to expect and, perhaps, to not expect. The surprise was this image - the film didn't advance for three frames, resulting in this time-warpy, road-induced fever dream.