When a sibling is gone, we must live on with the absence

The Pretty One. That’s who she was amid the gang of sisters.

She was also the quiet one, the creative one, the sweetest one of all — if we admit to the truth.

She is also, now, the…


Mexico, Tengo unas preguntas para ti

México, México, lindo México, ¿por qué me castigas tanto, por qué sigues rompiéndome el corazón?

There is nothing easy in Mexico. There is nothing that once fixed or settled or mended stays that way. The country drifts toward the broken. ¿México, por qué se descompone tanto?

Tell me, mi amigo


I ran around the world looking for something, but thanks to Covid I finally find it — at home

I have friends who have recently gone to: Hawaii, Nicaragua, Italy, Idaho, Iceland, Spain, New York, Florida, Mexico City, Belize and Morocco.

I have gone to: Nowhere (well, once to Texas…


A family in Mexico, a Venezuelan refugee in Peru show that arguing Americans don’t know how privileged they are

A pretty young woman from a small country town in southern Mexico finds her way to the United States. There amid the ocean of immigrants in Los Angeles she meets, improbably…


For those of us of a certain age, we will live the rest of our lives with these realities

It’s all smoke and Covid, smoke and Covid, a friend said yesterday. And it does seem that way.

Another friend said, while we walked through the neighborhood under ashen — quite…


California is dying in the future it built

The morning sky is the color of well-weathered cement. The sun, what there is of it, burns deep red, tinging orange whatever it touches.

The news is bad. A new fire is loose in the foothills, burning so fast that a fire…


American arrogance meets a barefoot man with a rifle

The scene is a familiar one. A line of people outside an airport. A father holding a child in his arms. Another man opening his backpack for a security guard. The guard rummaging through the bag. It could be occurring in…


America writhes in the grip of the knucklehead culture

Deep summer north of the Golden Gate means two things: fire and fog.

To the northeast, a couple of hours by car from my home, a monster blaze is devouring hundreds of thousands of acres of forest and grassland. …


Cities and societies, just like individuals, are the sum of their choices

As there is nearly every day in San Francisco, there is a sad story today in the local paper about homelessness. This one reports that the city “has never been so flush with cash” and plans to spend…


After a year of standing still, what do you do when you find that the world has moved on?

All last year, through the masks and the Zooms and the under-cut hair and the over-thought solitude and sheet-pan recipes and the books that were read and the so much that…

Tim Porter

I'm a photographer and a writer.

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