LGBT Rainbows in an Era of Gray Photographing rainbow flags that I encounter around Norfolk during the month of June has become a tradition for me in recent years. I began doing so because seeing them always brought me a sense of joy and of solidarity, and sharing that is something I consider worthwhile.
Norfolk Faded Glory in the Golden Hour There are several things I'd like for you to know about these photos, the first of which is that I'd been assembling a series of images loosely organized around the coronavirus crisis – namely, visual markers of such as relates to public life. One thread of that was the accumulation of
Pride Always Chasing Rainbows Years ago, a sighting of even just one rainbow flag or sticker around and about the neighborhood would hearten me, as they'd typically been quite rare. These days, however, I find my spirit and sense of support bolstered by the number of HRC and rainbow stickers on vehicles on the
Observation May We Survive Our Gashes May we survive our gashes and may they, in their healing, generate character more apt to be described as patina, rather than rust. (Images from last night's walk.)
