Sometimes Hepcat and I are like ships passing in the night.

Like yesterday: He works. I work. He comes home, I go out to writer’s group. I go to bed, he stays up late printing pictures, posting No Words_Daily Pix, reading.

Sometimes I learn what he’s thinking about by looking at the Daily Pix. Like today. It’s a beautiful picture. He probably took it in the last day or three. Branches. Birds. Buds. Whisp of brownstone. Dots. Brooklyn abstraction.

It’s a nice photograph, yesireeee.

That Hugh. He sure makes nice photos.