Someone is doing yard work. Somewhere. Where? You can’t see it, but you HEAR it. There’s a weedwhacker. A lawnmower. A leafblower. You heard it yesterday, and the day before that, and the day before that, and the day before that. Sometimes the monotony is broken up by a pressure washer. Sometimes. You look outside. But again, you cannot see the person wielding the lawn equipment, but you know they’re there.
They are always there. The lawn is forever being mowed.
suburbs, a poem by me
The neighborhood thistle. This will probably be it’s last year since a new mcmansion is being built on the property.
Morning walk in the park with Rosie.
so i was going for a bike ride, and there’s pond in the middle of a cul de sac around my neighborhood, and there was a kid’s rain boot lying next to it. it was creepy, so i was going to take a picture, but then this woman came out from a nearby house, and said “hello, can i help you with something?” so then i biked away as fast as i could and didn’t look back.
I can’t always tell what your intentions are
Lockdown photography in the garden… I’m treating this one as a creative challenge…let’s see how this works out over the next few weeks:)
Location: Stanford-le-Hope, Thurrock, UK | Shot: 05.04.20
Studyblr 2020 Quarantine Challenge
Friday: Take a picture of the view outside your window
- boxes, you all live in boxes. they all look identical. you knock on the door, they answer. “sorry honey this isn’t your house” you panic. you’ve been looking for your house for hours now.
- you wake up in the morning and look in the mirror. you see you now have highlights in your hair. you look at your nails: they’re light pink. you’re beginning to look more and more like your mother.
- the smiths are paving their driveway again. the third time this month. thinking about it, you haven’t seen their children in a long time.
- you don’t go outside at night. you don’t want to get caught. they watch. they wait. they listen. you don’t want to get sent to ‘boarding school,’ the boarding school kids don’t always come back.
- someone has keyed your sister’s car. “get inside,” she says, “get inside.” you peer through the windows and realize it’s a pentagram. you sister starts chanting. you think it’s latin.
- you need to run some errands, you go with your mother. “hey, i need some school supplies from target-” your mother shushes you. she looks terrified. “no, no, it’s tar-jay.” she looks around the neighborhood, everyone is watching you.
- you don’t have a father. no one in this town does. you all ask your mothers, “they’re at work, they’re at work,” that’s all they say. but the closet in your mother’s room is starting to smell.
- Lilyrosejennifer are popular, and they’re always together. you’ve never seen them on their own. Lilyrosejennifer, lilyrosejennifer, lilyrosejennifer. you once joked and said it was like they were connected at the hip. no one laughed. no one said anything.
- it’s that time of year again. you all go down the the lake in the middle of the cul de sac. you have to appease it. you have to stay safe.
- kids at school sometimes make fun of you for having a soccer mom. you’ve never played soccer. you don’t know anyone who plays soccer.
san fernando valley. 2020
© tag christof
Portrait of my father, Bogota, New Jersey 2018.