365 days

"...The more madness, the better. There ain’t no joy in an easy ride." - Alison Mosshart

Shapes

"....sort of like you want to emulate someone or something about someone, and then you always try to make that married with who you are." - Jessica Noghes

Mike Brodie

"Maybe I’ve just become obsessed with dirty cloth & dull rags, objects that have been touched by a million different hands then set back down—right there—just for me. Things that are made by chance or found on the side of a road, rather than bought or sold. What’s a story anyways? Why do people tell them?

My first memory was when I was a year old. Imagine that. Lyin’ by a river bed, Arizona is hot in the summer, and even worse when you have an earache. One-year-old with no pants on, screaming and crying like it would help or something, my face bright RED. The blanket I was lying on, made of prickly pear green wool. If that cloth was still around, it would tell you a story. But its long gone, underground somewhere, tired.

I’ve been shittin’ and pissin’ for 20 years since that day. Most of the time I miss, but I “make photos” now, valued by some. Who are these people? One of my favorites is still that one my mom took, my dad cuttin’ into a turkey like a man—in prison since, my grandma laughin’ drunk in the foreground—dead now. I still have that one. As for why, who knows? This is where I am and what I’m doing. Everyone I’ve ever met is responsible for it, and those eyes of theirs—never blank—always tryin’ to focus right there on the pupil. It’s always difficult to get a good look at both of ‘em. Go ahead and try. You’ll just end up starin’ right at the bridge of the nose.

The photos. I want people to see ‘em just as you’d want to tell someone a good story. Nobody enjoys boredom. And when I’m good and dead, maybe my lungs’ll still be around, with some words beneath. Everything comes as a surprise—thank GOD."

Hold On

This song came on when I found this picture. Seemed to work.

Light Slivers

Wholesome

Creative Departures Encouraged

Going Hunting

I'm the Hunter.

Fearful Symmetries

The Little Things

Life is good

AA / SI

Beyond not putting to rest any ideas that were held by lady in park walking dog, her family and wasted 40 year olds on new years eve, that we are gay (happy we are, lesbians we are not), Mophead made me ponder a bit with her last post. Thusly...
?!!?!!?!!?????
And so I put it to two free internet personality tests to give me my answer.
It was like doing a girlfriend magazine quiz all over again in both accuracy and stupidity (and fun-ness). The assumed lack of accuracy of the test (on account of it being via the internet and free), the stupidity of my choice to do the test thinking I would get a legitimate answer to "?!!?!!?!!?????", or that I should need a test to tell me these things. STILL FUN.
THE RESULTS.
Drum roll please.
AHEM.
Turns out I'm an animated artist/spontaneous idealist. WOWEE.
Anyhow.
I got bored with reading the detailed copy (they were going to charge me) so I chose to illustrate my interpretation of the results with pictures instead.







I have to say, while I seriously regressed and feel slightly cheapened (can't get any cheaper than free) by the whole experience it was a good excuse (not that I needed one) to put up pictures. YAY PICTURES.

Joshua Tree

Ballad Of Issue no. 4

"As once Pygmalion, fondly yearning,
Embraced the statue formed by him,
Till the cold marble's cheeks were burning,
And life diffused through every limb,
So I, with youthful passion fired,
My longing arms round Nature threw,
Till, clinging to my breast inspired,
She 'gan to breathe, to kindle too."
- The Ideals by Schiller

Photography by Martha Boxley