Monday, April 27, 2009

Sunday, April 26, 2009

Sunday, April 12, 2009


Imagine yourself photographing asphalt and concrete.

You go for a walk one overcast morning.

The light is like dirty dishwater, and everything has that bleary, faded look.

You snap a few pics; it begins to drizzle.

Later, you recognize each photo is of the same thing:


Saturday, April 11, 2009

Sunday, April 05, 2009

The Aforementioned Father in Repose

with a hairy tufted smokeling
perched atop his shoulder
(a devil's familiar),
surveys his domain.