These are my brothers. We hang out. We have a good time. We look alike. Our favorite pastime is sending awkwardly close-up selfies to each other in group texts. The one on the left is older. The one on the right is younger. I’m the oldest. The youngest just turned 21. So they came to […]Read More O Brother, Where Art Thou?
James Turrell is a master of light. … We went to the de Young in San Francisco to check out the Ed Ruscha exhibit a couple months ago. We had tickets to see the museum, too, and we were excited to explore properly. A friend of mine was married at the de Young years ago, […]Read More James Turrell: “we are dwellers at the bottom of the ocean of air.”
From a technical, Western standpoint, summer is still here. The autumn equinox isn’t occurring for another seven days. A week. Yet it already feels like fall. The days are crisp, and the everything feels fragile and delicate. I grow melancholy in the evenings as the shadows grow long too soon. Long days shorten. Nights grow […]Read More Last Summer Hurrah (in Napa, CA)
I think it’s the 79th anniversary of Golden Gate Bridge. Happy birthday, dude. You rock. Keep on going. This used to be my view every. Single. Day. I miss it. It probably still could be my view, if I didn’t mind paying an arm, a leg, and my firstborn (and possibly my second) in order […]Read More Climbing a Mountain (Figuratively)
Somewhere along the way, I was lost. But then I found myself. Or, at least, pieces of myself. Step by step, like Hansel and Gretel picking up the crumbs they left behind, I am following the crumbs of who I am. I’ve gone through many iterations of “me-ness.” My haecceity. (That’s a new word I […]Read More Roses in Napa
Shooting film means shooting in sets of 16, 24, or 36 frames. What ends up happening sometimes is that I don’t quite finish a roll, and then I’m left with a few extra frames to shoot before I can bring the roll in to be developed (I hate waste!). Last time this happened, I grabbed […]Read More Ending a Roll
Sunsets on the horizon. The weather’s been getting colder, and the winter rains are coming. Wrapped in a fuzzy blanket next to a pile of sweet smelling, fresh laundry, I find my mind wandering. Wandering over the last year. Wandering through the photos, the places, and the people. Wondering what I’ll do and where I’ll […]Read More Sunset Views: Albany Bulb