color

colette is going to say they're too blue...isn't it obvious i was going for virgin mary– blue?

opening the doors to slumber

i fell asleep in the darkroom today. 

magic 8

i bought a kodak junior six-16 series II today from hampden for $40. i don't know what i was thinking. making a film adapter for this camera is going to be so much work. i never shoot panoramic anything. i asked the magic 8 ball in the shop whether or not to get it. it told me, "most definitely." it's not an impulse-buy if i consulted the 8-ball. duh.

last one.

I promise not to include anymore macbook photos. I know two in a row might seem like I'm starting a pattern, but I assure you it is not the case. I loathe macbook photos. I have just been feeling particularly crummy on account of all the work and funeral stuff going on in my life. I had a little retail therapy and bought myself something I have always secretly wanted: a cape.

I feel like a fucking flying squirrel...or sherlock holmes. With all this espresso running through me I should be able to fly.

clint

i adore the art of jordan crane. i want to read all of his stories and poems and trace my fingers over his screenprints. 

when i lend things to people they seem to have a difficult time finding their way back to me. i have one criterion dvd, a sophie calle book, and theo ellisworth's capacity floating around somewhere. i hold those books/dvd so dearly! bah. i just want to read something short and sweet and well-illustrated.

this is a little doodle book i made as a gift for jared  a little over a month ago. i wonder what that boy has been up to. i'll probably catch up with him sometime this summer.

working with this for color

beach house +1

alex!

this chick from the uk sings like a freak, 

but she's gorgeous and i want to look like her

when my hair gets to be that long.

tmi

of all the people i know, i have always been the one to get the worst nosebleeds. i almost became anemic in elementary school because i would literally lose cups of blood....then i got a match stuck up my nose and it was taken care of. 

ever since that night i got decked in the face i've been getting nosebleeds like a coke head. the other morning i woke up looking like a freddy kreuger victim. yeah...it was a mess.

i've been bleeding for over a half hour now. i feel pretty ok, it's just messy and ok maybe i do feel a bit light-headed...but i think that's just a result of all the coffee and running around.

Card of The Day

my locket

has always been empty.

burrow.

i want to fall asleep

beneath the earth

hugged by the roots

of trees touched by 

toadstools.

these are not the portraits i shot today.

Nuevo

Picked these up after the funeral.

Work in Progress: Wind and Weathervane

A victorian weathervane

denies Wind's advances

revealing her copper cheek

she deflects his kiss.

He thrusts and whispers,

fingers failing to furl 

around her base.

And she,

pinnacle of perpetual pivot

cannot be beleaguered by Wind.

He evacuates from her presence

like a vapor.

And with a final pirouette, 

Weathervane releases a sigh.

The three particles of air

displaced by her breath

hum their way into Wind's ear.

Taunted by her song,

Reminded of his defeat,

He calls his sister, Rain.

Rain's glaucous cords lasso around

the sanguine dancer.

Usurped by rust,

Unable to catch the sun,

Quiescence quiets her pivots

and Wind may at last have his kiss.