I had a little time to spare on the trip back to Memphis today, so I took a detour up to Brownsville to check out Billy Tripp’s Mindfield, which I’d heard about from FearlessVK first, and then subsequently from other people saying how cool it was. And indeed, it’s a pretty bizarre, quirky, amazing thing to behold. It’s a little like looking at a three-dimensional version of one of those surreal drawings in the Scrutineyes…
Sometimes if you play your cards right, you can watch a game of kickball, find a four-leaf clover, eat a buffalo burger, piss off bumblebees, eat s’mores, drink rum and cranberry/pomegranate juice, and watch The Warriors with your friends in the same night. I guess that doesn’t have a whole lot to do with this picture, but then again it kind of has everything to do with everything. Pro Tip: Hot-ass Michael Beck (who played…
Saturday I journeyed to Nashville to wish Megan and Ian well in their marriage. I had a good time catching up with them and my other ladyfriends and their ladyfriendhusbandfolks. I got so busy catching up (read: gossiping) that I didn’t really take any good pictures (this one would have been good had I decided to focus on Megan and not the godforsaken wall). As always, there just aren’t enough hours in the day to…
Tried to file some Very Important Paperwork today, but it completely completely slipped my mind that city offices would be closed in observance of Martin Luther King Jr.’s death day. So, next week. Last night Cameron Harper tweeted a link to the collection of LIFE Magazine photographs from the King murder scene that have just been released to the public for the first time. I clicked through them slowly and felt my breath leave my…
Just cant get my poor self together, I’m weary all of the time So weary all of the time “Stormy Weather” — written by Harold Arlen and Ted Koehler (I am partial to the Etta James version) [Project 365]
My pal Tamara was ever so kind enough to help me come up with a concept for today’s photo. I was all TELL ME WHAT TO PHOTOGRAPH PLEASE I AM OUT OF IDEAS. And she was all HANG ON I WILL SAVE YOUR ASS. And she said “April showers” and I took it literally and voila — one more day of this project in the can. Heh. Can. Get it? Shower? Bathroom? Can? Bathroom? Can?…
Busy busy busy busy day. No time to take a photo until very late, after work. Three weeks, people. Spread the word. [Project 365]
These invisible tethers that keep us in each other’s lives, that keep our feet on the ground and our tongues tied — where do they come from? Who put them there? I had a dream once where I was out in a sun-flecked meadow, and suddenly the wind caught me and lifted me into the air like a kite and wouldn’t let me down. I sailed over the meadow, rising higher and higher, bound to…
The little green explosions, they’re happening. The other day I looked up and realized that the giant tree behind my apartment suddenly had little lime-colored buds on it. They hadn’t been there the night before. I got a little giddy, I confess. I am in love with spring in a way that I will never be in love with another human. [Project 365]
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