Friday, January 21, 2011

Tuesday, January 11, 2011


"Like a blue bird with his heart removed, lonely as a train. I've run just as far as I can run. If I never see the good old days, shinin' in the sun, I'll be doin' fine and then some. How long, how long, Woman will you weep? How long, how long? Rock yourself to sleep. Well I been doing time in a lonesome prison, where the sun don't shine. Just outside, the freedom river runs. Out there in that shiny night, with blood hounds on your mind. Don't you know it's the same sad situation? How long, how long, Woman will you weep? How long, how long? Rock yourself to sleep"






It was either break down within myself and document it with photographs in order to keep my hands and body moving, or hurt something or someone, or end up in a public place, and likely be committed.  I chose the former.
-death valley, AZ Feb. 3 or 4 in 2010. I was found by a soul-killer.  This is what they do.


psychosis is bad no matter where you are, but perhaps having a breakdown in a desert with no suggestion of human life within a 100 mile radius is the most dignified place to have one (this wasn't the spot - note the little house/trailer in the background).

Layers are infinite and the beauty is unquenchable.

Just drive, shut up, and let me take the fucking pictures.

Driving Big Sur, I left my heart behind.  It was purely accidental, but I should have known this would happen.


See?? there it is. mummified.
If I believed in a God, I would assume that God was smiling down on this place in this moment.  But, I don't, so let's just say it's very pretty.

Monday, January 10, 2011

What are we doing? Why are we our greatest enemies?

Without edit.






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Edit # 3 (since all good things come in threes):




"Between the woods and frozen lake The darkest evening of the year. He gives his harness bells a shake To ask if there's some mistake. The only other sound's the sweep of easy wind and downy flake The woods are lovely, dark and deep, But I have promises to keep, And miles to go before I sleep, And miles to go before I sleep.."

Dearest Mr. Frost, I understand completely...
With respect and miles to go,
D.A.H.

.she.had.potential.

Sunday, January 9, 2011





Between the woods and frozen lake
The darkest evening of the year.

He gives his harness bells a shake
To ask if there's some mistake.
The only other sound's the sweep of easy wind and downy flake



The woods are lovely, dark and deep,
But I have promises to keep,
And miles to go before I sleep,
And miles to go before I sleep...
~Robert Frost






.she.had.potential.

Home Is where the Art is.

Homage.






Home.


Vintage.


Unreal.


Hope is Everything.

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