The things I notice now: construction workers eating under trees, climbing scaffolding, pouring concrete. Patterns in plant life and dirt.
My parent's getting older, My brothers getting closer, feelings being mended.
Not everything's partisan.
In '92 my brother was born, I wasn't yet. Our house flooded, My mom and dad took to the streets with a camera.
I don't remember my parents building our house. I remember laying floors and tile some years later. I remember construction workers, and concrete pourers and Spanglish spoken by my dad.
In '93 my mom recorded over my dad's hunting tape. In 2017 I watched him play with all three of his boys in our backyard instead.