Saturday, January 24, 2009

imitation of home (how do you like my little boat?)


taking a shower the other day, i noticed the number of luffas i own: not certain why i never noticed before: there are more than usual: most probably came from my mother: every package i've received from her in the past year has contained a luffa




:




affectionately




margot: one of the few cats i've ever let into my life




snooping through someone's apartment, i find gifts that i gave & forgot about




found this in the kitchen




this was the front of the postcard




j.r.a. & a.m.g.




e., lovingly




an other's bathroom




with another postcard from me: clifford still: perhaps one of my favorites

(more pictures of london forthcoming: mostly cranes: mechanical)

Sunday, January 18, 2009

general old asylum factory told


london bridges still standing




found a bamboo forest in the old tate




somewhere in soho




a lot of london is empty




l. & z. in one of those black cabs




took this from the top of a moving double-decker bus: sometimes need the later to make it through the former




he, he: saw these two bright and early one saturday morning: both with shiny leggings that seem to be all the rage here: the one on the left has her high heels in her left hand: i'm sure the outfits made so much more sense the night before




found on underground: "that it will never come again is what makes life so sweet" -emily dickinson: "there's probably no god. now stop worring and enjoy your life"




out my window: spent a week near grasmere: wordsworth country




i ate dinner across from these two fellas




out my window: blue




ambleside




there are small mountains back there



:




my walk took me to someone's backyard: a tree growing from the chimney




when i first realized i was lost




goes on like this forever




lost, i ask the water which way




:




maybe like the moon up top




there's water down there: i can't imagine what it looks like on a sunny day




i was ill prepared for the fells: wet converse




this little guy followed me for a bit




the only way




:




croquet: ha, but no one to play




proper garden




take heed




back in london: these steps led directly to the thames (all that blackness is water)

Saturday, January 3, 2009

100 & counting


american gothic




the bean




i went walking onto lake m.




k. blue




chicago




zoo carousel




found my way home




this is where i spent most of my misguided youth




playthings abound: g.




the garage




keeping warm




no comment




m. in her goat coat




the n. household believes in outdoor refrigeration throughout the winter months




m. & b.




doing the ukrainian thing




@ m.'s