coffeetography, Aaron, The Getty Museum

I’m out for an adventure.


Aaron, The Getty

society garlic
to look for the greens smoked in some kind of meat was pointless, for not a thing was cooking, for society garlic, the plant mimicking the bulbous odor of a seasoned onion was flowering.

then bloom!

variegated in expression, lit by the eternal lightbulb, the sun coiled twists, bearded growth, and cheeks like rolling hills made them selves known. one sense, now turned off by another, and another, turned on by him. this is aaron, a lily of another kind.

“Coffee, not so much; tea, yes, homemade,  I like to make it myself,” Aaron like tea – homemade, because I like to make it myself.