Friday, February 29, 2008

It's just another one of those days when my words fail me and the silence betrays me.


Guaranteed by Eddie Vedder
On bended knee is no way to be free
Lifting up an empty cup I ask silently
That all my destinations will accept the one that's me
So I can breathe

Circles they grow and they swallow people whole
Half their lives they say goodnight to wives they'll never know
Got a mind full of questions and a teacher in my soul
And so it goes

Don't come closer or I'll have to go
Owning me like gravity are places that pull
If ever there was someone to keep me at home
It would be you

Everyone I come across in cages they bought
They think of me and my wandering but I'm never what they thought
Got my indignation but I'm pure in all my thoughts
I'm alive

Wind in my hair I feel part of everywhere
Underneath my being is a road that disappeared
Late at night I hear the trees they're singing with the dead
Overhead

Leave it to me as I find a way to be
Consider me a satellite forever orbiting
I knew all the rules but the rules did not know me
Guaranteed

Tuesday, February 26, 2008

The green feet


My days are better when I'm sporting my green shoes. I kind of feel like I've jacked Kermit's feet.

Monday, February 25, 2008

FALLING SLOWLY by The Swell Season

I dont know you
but I want you
all the more for that
words falls through me
and always fool me
and I cant react
and games that never amount
to more than theyre meant
will play themselves out

take this sinking boat and point it home
weve still got time
raise your hopefull voice you have a choice
youve made it now

falling slowly, eyes that know me
and I cant go back
moods that take me and erase me
and Im painted black
you have suffered enough
and warred with yourself
its time that you won

take this sinking boat and point it home
weve still got time
raise your hopefull voice you had a choice
youve made it now

take this sinking boat and point it home
weve still got time
raise your hopefull voice you had a choice
youve made it now
falling slowly sing your melody
Ill sing along



Sounds like photography to me.

Thursday, February 21, 2008

Bertha rode home in my pocket book.

I went antiquing today. In a musty old booth, I met Bertha. Now Bertha is no average woman. She fits in the palm of my pudgy hand. She's framed by pink and fingerprints. She will for ever rest on scratched tin, rusting a little on the back, looking ever cross. There is a fair amount of negative space above her head and her sides. I think the negative space only reflects the negative pose, the negative pout she gives. Yet, there is something in her eyes and a little something in the corner of her mouth that makes me think that there is something more to Bertha than the negative. There is something sharp about Bertha. I imagine that her tongue was even sharper than the corner of tin she lives on, is frozen to.
I'll never know who Bertha really was. I'll never know what she was really like. Was her heart as cool as the metal I'll carry around forever? Was she sharp? Did she only look hard? Why did she tuck her hand under just that way? Why that dress that day? What was the cause, the reason for the picture? I'll never know how she wound up at that antique store. I'll never know who forgot her. I'll never new who felt free enough of her eyes to give her away.
Seems like there is a lot I don't know. What I do know is that she reminds me of my portfolio from this summer. She reminds me of everything forgotten, and then found again. Maybe it's not that she's forgotten but in the end after everything, remembered. Maybe that's what gets me. Maybe that's why I spent my entire summer shooting things people just forgot about. Everything forgotten has the opportunity, the privilege to be found again.............to be remembered.

Friday, February 15, 2008

2nd grade..................

Second Grade math is great birth control. You also learn to spell the word pretty in second grade. Apparently you spell it b-e-t-t-y. I didn't know. Second grade was such a long time ago.