Post Halcyon |
Stories of a photographic nature...
Posted by on Wed, 27 Aug 2008 20:41:00 GMT |
everything you don’t see |
I love it& The heartbeat of this world that pounds the loudest through our mountains, oceans and untouched expanses. Perhaps I'm just high on adventure and the euphoria of exploring unfamiliar territo...
Posted by on Sat, 19 Jan 2008 09:05:00 GMT |
taking residence |
I have never seen such immensity. Such spectacular terrain.Here, it is at once wind sculpted and sand blasted. It is the most beautiful place I have ever seen.I rode a horse through an echo of Mars an...
Posted by on Wed, 09 Jan 2008 13:33:00 GMT |
the return |
(Love in unexpected places)I have been, once again, reminded of the wonderfully colourful spirit of humanity... I am in a remote corner of China, forgotten by the world, and have been given a letter. ...
Posted by on Sat, 22 Dec 2007 09:45:00 GMT |
bring back mom: an invocation |
"Bring back Mom.Bread-baking Mom, in her crisp gingham apronjust like the aprons we sewed for herin our Home Economics classesand gave to her for a surpriseon Mother's Day Mom, who didn't have a job...
Posted by on Sat, 01 Dec 2007 02:51:00 GMT |
faster |
"Walking was not fast enough, so we ran. Running was not fast enough, so we galloped. Galloping was not fast enough, so we sailed. Sailing was not fast enough, so we rolled merrily along on long metal...
Posted by on Fri, 30 Nov 2007 07:29:00 GMT |
27 vs 17 |
I am beginning to see the slow etchings of a life well-lived working their way across my face. The crinkles at the corners of my eyes, the crease at the bridge of my nose& all caused by such great lau...
Posted by on Thu, 22 Nov 2007 21:21:00 GMT |
cleaning out |
I found a note scrawled on the inside cover of my year 12 maths book. It read, "Ying, there's nothing so great about complexity if it's not understood. Simplicity harbours beauty much more profound.Is...
Posted by on Tue, 30 Oct 2007 21:08:00 GMT |
putting up with shit when you can get cake |
'He asked me why I was always alone. I told him that I was a writer. And that most writers worked alone. He asked me if I was a famous writer. I said that I was fairly famous and had won the Prix Gonc...
Posted by on Wed, 17 Oct 2007 19:27:00 GMT |
October |
MISE EN SCENE: TERRAIN VAGUEBOUFFEE DELIRANTE AIGUEJ'AI LEVE A TETE ET J'AI VU PERSONNEarrangement of a scene:no-man's-landthunderstorm of madnessI raised my head and I saw no one
Posted by on Tue, 16 Oct 2007 04:40:00 GMT |
