- almost home
- on the count of three
- Every picture starts the same. Stand with your back flat against the wall. Look straight ahead, and on the count of three. Daily I repeat the words, the oddest mantra ever, feeling a bit like a broken record I align the lighted dots under their chin and count down to their inevitable dissatisfaction. No one is ever pleased with his or her appearance regardless of how good a photo it might be.
- in an instant
- this is my pittsburgh
- west of here