Hot Air over New Jersey, 2003

found these recently. funny, seems like a lifetime ago. nothing says America like a hot air balloon of an 18 wheeler tractor-trailer.

I want to go boating

old pictures from my Memom's family in northern Wisconsin, circa 1910-1920?

Kristina

my lovely old friend Kristina

the deeper you go...

The farther I look with my camera at this town, Wallingford, the more it gives me. This makes me think the same idea can be applied many places, to many things, the deeper you look, the deeper it gets, so to speak. A town is a town is a town. Like I will always see New York through much different eyes than folks who moved here as an adult. I think of the Upper West Side as a suburb. And there must be people in Wallingford, Connecticut who feel the same deep inside relief when the see their exit on the highway and pull into town, as I feel when I see the Empire State Building. New York to me is the ultimate comfort, I know it like a sleepwalker, I don't flinch at it's screams and screeches in the night.

poem, about being young, written maybe 2001.

This is a shooting star
and I have not traveled far to find it
Listening to all they have to say
is not hard.
When I leave
it will be very obvious
The mastermind
I have left behind
and walked through walls.
What a witness
to have become -
You make it heavier to walk
much faster to talk
and easier to think
of moments
and places to go.
That should be what I am doing all the time
what I am doing
with this borrowed time.
Made drunk.
I remember one instance when I knew exactly what I was doing. It was when I was going to school, at classes, and I fooled them all into it. Learning to drive from the worst teacher and never making complete stops. Being seventeen is great.

Sam

Wet

my dear old friend Nina got married last month

Nina and Matt, 6/18/10

captured on film: ghost in Wallingford, Connecticut

One more time, with gusto

I am going to make it down there no matter what, but this fund-raising attempt at Kickstarter ends soon, as in, the 3rd anniversary of my 30th birthday. Why not skip a meal and donate? Also, besides mine, there are some great projects on the site, especially the one to give a vuvazela to everyone who lives near BP headquarters and have them play them constantly until the oil spill stops. It is still going, isn't that hard to comprehend?