28.6.11

America!




City Hall.




Spring Point.




Rowedhouse.

27.6.11

some nights

just beg for one to stay up and read in them.
late night reading.

24.6.11

23.6.11

Long ago,

When my grandfather was a young man, he bought a shiny new rolleiflex to call his own. It made its way through many sets of hands, into mine, last week. I can already tell i'm going to love this new film thing.

rolleiflex at home.

20.6.11

19.6.11

vacation, pt. 3

cover crop.





summer swim.





gid, jumping.





work in progress.





wild strawberries.
vacation is delicious.

16.6.11

vacation, pt. 2

still not done.



pigeon shit, everywhere.





clapboard island.





pods





limber.





'lion.





bee.





sermon room.





fort gorges.





adam in the barracks.

14.6.11

vacation, pt. 1

not over yet.

spit.





home + adam.





acadia.





crescent beach, owls head.





owls shed





ah, trespassing..

7.6.11

4.6.11

deering street.

2.6.11

real original.

portland has its share of unenlightened graffiti. every once in a while, though, something lovely is created in its most frequented hot spots. on these weird, coveted surfaces, the unnamed intersection of innumerable desire lines, little useless dramas are played out in a visible history of tag and tag-removal, each in their haughty obliviousness accentuating the other in a piling-up of stupid retaliations.

free street

morning, walk, home.

down, then out.


pine street.


home-to-be.

home to be.