Thursday, May 19, 2011
Tuesday, May 17, 2011
Monday, May 16, 2011
Glen Luchford - Photographer
"I don't dream.
You might say I work under a spell.
I truly value the spell.
I have the privilege of being able to enter the spell, to enter this very arid land where you are likely to find your birthplace..."
--Louise Bourgeois
Sunday, May 15, 2011
Wednesday, May 11, 2011
of expectations
"To expect too much is to have a sentimental view of life and this is a softness that ends in bitterness."
Flannery O'Connor
a letter
ballad of Willie and Rebecca
Gustav Mahler for an Unknown Source
Tuesday, May 3, 2011
Maggie
A family album so worth looking into and how can you resist Aunt Maggie and her magical orbs?
"Produced as a collaborative family effort by celebrated photographers Emmet and Elijah Gowin, and with a text by Edith Gowin, Maggie brings together two generations to honor a beloved, elderly aunt, 98 year-old Margaret Cooper."—the publisher
Maggie.
Photographs by Emmet and Elijah Gowin. Introduction by Edith Gowin.
Tin Roof Press, Kansas City, 2008. 56 pp., 24 tritone and color illustrations., 11¼x10".
Monday, May 2, 2011
moments
...There’s unexpected peace here and everyone looks into your eyes. I’ve never seen you before, but I know you. I know, I know, it’ll be OK. We’ll be OK. You do feel this, don’t you? I know you do I can see it in those affectionate brown eyes of yours. Beautiful sad eyes. Eyes filled with perceptive thought which looks directly into my soul with nothing but love. It’s quiet here too, but not lonely. What’s that feeling? Do you ever wonder what would happen if you got twenty people in a room all with an accepted wisdom, in other words everyone thinking the same thing? That’s what it is! That’s what unity feels like. Are we actually standing united as they say? This is what it took... murder.
I’m alone now with the many rows of postal boxes. The sound of my key turning in the lock makes a hallow echo in the corridor, it’s tangible I can almost taste the dirty metal grinding in the chamber. Every nuance of this day is amplified and ultra sensitive and at the same time on the edge of numbness...
...Look at us. Just look at how we are all going at the same pace like a well constructed symphony. Every blinker in tact, complete stops and not a California roll in site. No shoving, no pushing, no rushing, no cussing, no cutting and no random acts of kindness. Just simple common courtesy across the board from everyone nothing random about it! OK, how weird is this? What is happening here? Why is this happening to us? Why do they hate us so much? What did we do to them? Are we being punished? For what? Why do they hate us? I want to be mad but my heart just hurts and this pain only makes me weep...
11:40 am. Pacific Time
September 11, 2001.
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