not a pretty picture. not a good. not a bad. picture. but an argument.

Monday, March 14, 2011


as varied, as accessible, as dangerous, as decrepit and wonderful
each of us~


  1. this photograph and few words speak volumes to me erin.
    'as decrepit and wonderful
    each of us'


  2. good
    and thank you, robert.
    we are a bag of tricks, we are.
    rooms long ago abandoned and yet,
    spend time with with wallpaper, the exposed lathe, the broken glass. spend time with the window now open. the tree. the room. which is in and which out? we are all around and yet pitiable. the light finds us. the darkness too.


  3. decrepit and wonderful. we are that. our beauty is not radiant and untarnished. that kind won't grab our attention for very long. we've lived. there are stories to us.

    a friend of mine gave me a cup for christmas. it's a perfectly nice cup. only thing is, i already have a cup. granted it's chipped and discolored, but i prefer it. it reminds me of warm conversations and lonely afternoons at autumns window. a very interesting cup indeed!

    is this from inside the residential school?

    the light, the tree! the window - an entrance, an exit.

  4. this shot is from a house that has been abandoned for a very long time in a nearby town and called to me for as long as i've known of it. i love old houses. it's exhilarating to go inside, to feel the house, touch the walls, try the stairs. i have to just hope that the floors hold me.

    i understand the cup. you should shoot that, the chip, and tell a story. (ha. i'm bossy, eh?)



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