My four year old brother is not allowed grocery store pastries-there are often flies trapped within the bright candy-coloured enclosure.
Recently it was discovered that the columns holding up the porch were not up to code and so something truly beautifully rotten-through was destroyed.
Old paints and rusted patinas turn a utility cover into an iridescent butterfly's wing.
It's a contrasting perspective between old and new. The rust of an old truck and a young child batting at it, his skin very smooth.
My one year old brother is a jolly boy.
Once again, but now in a cotton candied hue.
