It's Only Morning

Point Loma, California. April, 1998

It seems criminal to go on at length about how much I miss Annabelle on this, the second anniversary of her death. So instead I'm posting a number of pictures I took of her while we were living in my Honda station wagon, spending nights in Wal-Mart parking lots, existing on brown rice, seaweed, and beans, and visiting friends who were (and still are) scattered throughout the country. For the most part I eschewed taking photographs during the entire year (1998) we were mobile, and instead spent my time walking, reading, writing, and drawing. I worked only when it was absolutely necessary. By and large, the photos I did take were for the sake of my sister whom, despite being five years older than me, at that time had travelled very little.

Despite not taking many pictures, I did end up getting a big kick out of having Bells pose in front of touristy spots while I (with my beard so long and bushy it got me accused and nearly arrested for looking like a terrorist in New Orleans) would ask her to stay, while I backed away from her, sometimes crossing a street, to take the picture. When Annabelle was alive I was always so conscious of all the pictures I took of her and made an effort to not take too many. But now, looking back on those times I wonder why she isn't in all of them.













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