Friday, December 31, 2010
Wednesday, December 29, 2010
Tuesday, December 28, 2010
Monday, December 27, 2010
48. winter palm
first sunny day in over a week inspires me to leave my sickbed and go for a walk.
thanks carlsbad and your whooping cough epidemic for the worst.christmas.ever.
Sunday, December 26, 2010
Saturday, December 25, 2010
Friday, December 24, 2010
Thursday, December 23, 2010
Wednesday, December 22, 2010
Tuesday, December 21, 2010
42. kai's first day
scripps hospital, la jolla, california |
Monday, December 20, 2010
Sunday, December 19, 2010
Saturday, December 18, 2010
Friday, December 17, 2010
38. change of scene
california greeted me with a cold that kept me bedridden for two days as well as non-stop gloom and rain. finally managed to venture out for a walk on my favorite beach...mystically deserted.
Wednesday, December 15, 2010
Tuesday, December 14, 2010
36. last nite in monty
...wouldn't be complete without a sunset walk through my favorite park
Monday, December 13, 2010
Sunday, December 12, 2010
34. max henry
if holden caulfield could embody the soul of a young pete townshend, he still wouldn't have nothing on the genius of young max henry
Saturday, December 11, 2010
Friday, December 10, 2010
Thursday, December 9, 2010
Wednesday, December 8, 2010
Tuesday, December 7, 2010
Monday, December 6, 2010
28. first blizzard
i grew up here. we have always headed out when there's a storm. the world is deserted and adventures and misbehaviours abound. this is my favorite alley, site of many adventures and misbehaviours, and hopefully, many more to come.
Sunday, December 5, 2010
Friday, December 3, 2010
Thursday, December 2, 2010
Wednesday, December 1, 2010
24. we all must go
rainy windy afternoon made sublime by beers at chris+maciek's.
mood: magical melancholy forging into the unknown
mood: magical melancholy forging into the unknown
Tuesday, November 30, 2010
Monday, November 29, 2010
Sunday, November 28, 2010
21. participaction
if they ever say anything about me, i hope it's that i participated
i didn't take this shot. but i participated
i didn't take this shot. but i participated
Saturday, November 27, 2010
Friday, November 26, 2010
Thursday, November 25, 2010
Wednesday, November 24, 2010
17. drinkin' days
4:30pm. view out my window.
4:35pm. start drinking and smoking cause what else can you do when it's pitch black by 5pm.
4:35pm. start drinking and smoking cause what else can you do when it's pitch black by 5pm.
Tuesday, November 23, 2010
16. fog
sometimes there are full moons and shrouded fogs and random shows on sleepless nights and friends appear out of thin air from switzerland via beirut
Monday, November 22, 2010
Sunday, November 21, 2010
Saturday, November 20, 2010
Friday, November 19, 2010
Thursday, November 18, 2010
Wednesday, November 17, 2010
Tuesday, November 16, 2010
Monday, November 15, 2010
Sunday, November 14, 2010
Saturday, November 13, 2010
day 6. love and anguish.
today is full. of love and pain and friends and babies and scripture and blues and brunches and shows and a wedding too.
this one's for jane and kampy; may you love each other every day as much as you do today!
this one's for jane and kampy; may you love each other every day as much as you do today!
Friday, November 12, 2010
88
i believe. in everything being a sign. no coincidence, just fate. full moons and black cats, energies and instincts, signs and forebodings, omens and superstitions. good and evil.
a few weeks ago, on a glorious montreal sunday, i took this shot. it was the 88 that drew me in.
i liked it more than i should, but forgot it just as quickly. last week, it popped up again.
88. this time, in a work situation. a project with it in the title. it was not to be, we came to a crossroads and took a left, not a right. but the sign at the intersection was a clear 88. i dug out the photo again.
last night i dreamt about my upcoming birthday. it happens to be 38.
today i am posting the photo. and wondering what stories it still has to tell
a few weeks ago, on a glorious montreal sunday, i took this shot. it was the 88 that drew me in.
i liked it more than i should, but forgot it just as quickly. last week, it popped up again.
88. this time, in a work situation. a project with it in the title. it was not to be, we came to a crossroads and took a left, not a right. but the sign at the intersection was a clear 88. i dug out the photo again.
last night i dreamt about my upcoming birthday. it happens to be 38.
today i am posting the photo. and wondering what stories it still has to tell
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