I love Les.

Peering off the twentieth floor at the contrast below can be mesmerizing. Tracks through snow appear and disappear, reappear as decipherable code. “Car, feet, four-footed, that way…” is legibly written out over and over. The bird’s eye view is a quiet one, slightly apart from the momentum of what there is [...]

This is my friend Les. Les is the ear of a saint. Les is more. Two summers ago he asked Tracy and I to take his picture in the yard. It was bright and blue and green. The grass was long. This is my friend Les who boils the kettle and pours out tea. He [...]