iPhone photos
Sunday, September 04, 2011
Wednesday, August 31, 2011
Sunday, August 21, 2011
Wednesday, August 10, 2011
Monday, August 08, 2011
everyday abbey road
NORMAN. Counting down to the long awaited Feast Of The Holy Crossing, it was twenty years ago today! August 8, 1969, at 11:35 sharp, the commemoration right here on KRBY, Radio That's Way Beyond The Norm! . . .
from You Still Can't
by Ron Reed
Saturday, August 06, 2011
photos | ashland
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| apricots |
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| lithia park |
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| farmer's market |
iphone photos | click to enlarge
#1 and #3 treated with plastic bullet
#2 treated with camera bag
Sunday, July 31, 2011
Tuesday, July 19, 2011
kirsten hively | project neon
all images are by kirsten hively
whose project neon was recently featured in the new yorker
click on any image to enlarge
1 st. paul's house
2 st. paul's house
3 orothodox cathedral of the holy virgin protection
4 new covenant holiness church
5 father's heart ministry centre
6 city chemist
6 city chemist
7 st. paul's house
8 new yorker, july 4, 2011
Friday, July 15, 2011
Thursday, July 14, 2011
adam gopnik | the absence of impossibility
I was filled with feelings of helplessness and stupidity and impotence that I had not experienced since elementary school. Why was I so unable to do something so painfully simple? Whatever sense of professional competence we feel in adult life is less the sum of accomplishment than the absence of impossibility: it's really our relief at no longer having to do things we were never any good at doing in the first place.
from "Life Studies: What I learned when I learned to draw"
Adam Gopnik
The New Yorker, June 27, 2011
Tuesday, July 05, 2011
Tuesday, June 28, 2011
Tuesday, June 21, 2011
michael chabon | summer
At the beginning of the summer I had lunch with my father, the gangster, who was in town for the weekend to transact some of his vague business. . . . He asked me what my plans were for the summer, and in the flush of some strong emotion or other I said, more or less: It's the beginning of the summer and I'm standing in the lobby of a thousand-story grand hotel, where a bank of elevators a mile long and an endless row of monkey attendants in gold braid wait to carry me up, up, up through the suites of moguls, of spies, and of starlets, to rush me straight to the zeppelin mooring at the art deco summit, where they keep the huge dirigible of August tied up and bobbing in the high winds. On my way to the shining needle at the top I will wear a lot of neckties, I will buy five or six works of genius on 45 rpm, and perhaps too many times I will find myself looking at the snapped spine of a lemon wedge at the bottom of a drink. I said, "I anticipate a coming season of dilated time and of women all in disarray."
My father told me that I was overwrought and that Claire had had an unfortunate influence on my speech, but something in his face said that he understood.
Michael Chabon,
The Mysteries of Pittsburgh
Wednesday, June 01, 2011
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