and when i find myself alone/ i feel like i am blind

i used to spend too much time looking at the ground.

your face pressed up against the glass

pictures from los angeles are coming, slowly but almost certainly. today, a few images from the los angeles county museum of art, which was hosting a show on women surrealists painters from mexico and the united states. there was almost too much on display, i felt constantly pulled along, distracted from one manic work by another. it was one of the most amazing collections i've ever seen.

beat the darkness into light

it's better to burn out than to fade away

just got back from a trip to los angeles. it's a such a crazy, tangled mess of a city, but i really do love it. on friday, i went to the griffith observatory with a couple friends just as the sun was setting and lights were flickering on all across the valley.

inside the observatory, there's a foucault pendulum. basically a huge metal ball is suspended in this lit up well. magnets keep it in constant motion without actually affecting the direction of the swing. the whole idea is that the pendulum stays in place as the earth revolves below it. it's strange to think that you're watching the world turn.

'cuz you'll never feel so high

in and around the old vernonia mill. this place is crying for summer day trips.

i don't pretend to know what's inside you

the vernonia convenience shop had a nice variety of fried foods. i couldn't even fit it all in one frame.

we wanted it this way

it felt so warm last night. and then again this morning as a i rode to work. the warmth made me think about the cold a few weeks ago, how it snowed and how it felt impossible not to go out into the snow. we stayed out there, even after it stopped, taking pictures, not so much of ourselves, but of a feeling.

in the free fall i can feel the blues

two more diptychs that made themselves:

things change but it feels the same

the very talented megan holmes lent me a medium format camera a couple weekends back for a trip to the oregon coast. when i got the film back, some of the images i made just seemed to so clearly fit together. i'm not even sure how it happened. i have a couple more that i'll get up soon.

i wanna bust free

they both left me.

bordering on imperfection's license

i have this stash of photos on my phone that i never do much with -- beyond occasionally looking through them and feeling nostalgic. for a while now, i've been wanting to do something interesting with the images. this is a first run at that: a triptych using three photos i took while i was in seattle last fall.

a hundred unions in the snow

katie says her feet didn't get wet in the snow. i don't believe her.

everyday there's a way to do it just right

polaroid portraits shot in vernonia, while snow was still stuck to the ground.

what compels me to go

when we got to vernonia, we went looking for an old mill. we found it, sitting beside a lake, filled with graffiti and snow. it had no roof. i'll post more soon.

i knew right then that i'd been abducted

camera pointed at the window as the car hurtled toward vernonia and then the coast.

  

better not to quench your thirst

from that two

it's been a long time

are you free or are you tied up?

meat.

back to where i've been

i've been trying to clear away all the photos from last year, put them in their little digital folders for safe keeping and forgetting, and make room for new images and new places and all the new that a new year brings. i realized, though, that many of them never made it on here. so before i shut them away for good, i'm going to a do a few posts dedicated to these digital remnants.