Artemisia

Paying my respects to one of my guiding hands. Compadre, you’re with me everyday and I could never fill up your boots.

On a beach in Algeciras, a sister-soul warms the foggy night, saves her dignity and gifts me with the scent of her hair.

Swimming at gunpoint in Beaumont, Texas, a side trip to the Alamo and playing Red’s last requested songs on the Greyhound.