I’ll be the first to admit that my truck might need to be washed. Drawn with a finger though the thick layer of pollen that has collected on the side panel was a fish. Like the ones the Jesus-minded stick to their cars. This one, though, smiled like a human
The confession: I don’t take a lot of photography gigs. Lately it’s been a matter of time. Before that, imposter syndrome. Before that, the lack of camera. A more complete gallery is available through my Patreon page. I dish out all kinds of good stuff – Words & Images mostly
Can you teach writing? Can you teach someone to be a writer? It is easy to say “Hell no!” while smacking the top of the desk, journals and inkwells rattling at the impact. Yet, to suggest writing cannot be taught brings up the question: how the hell did I get
Apparently I speak how Lena Dunham writes. I’m not entirely sure how I feel about this. Every time someone mentions Lena Dunham I ask them if they’ve seen the “Lena Dunham Apologizes” account on Twitter – because that feels like the nicest way I can talk about her in public.
The least mortal of us shook loose that chain. I was never much of a cook. I know I wouldn’t last a day on the line. I never met the man and was kind of miffed that he never did a full episode on Denver. With all the news in
There is a sticky note on my desk, attached to my monitor, always present in whatever I am working on. “If they aren’t playing, then they don’t matter.” Perhaps some day I will finally get around to writing it down on some nice paper and framing it and putting it
A month ago I decided I wasn’t going to share my photography on Instagram. It was a “Why Bother?” moment. Just looking at any page under the “photography” hashtag yielded a trend that I wasn’t keen on following: The same landscapes of places I wasn’t going to visit. Models all
Frankie had brought along his own camera, a digital number with a gigantic lens. Since he had graduated from art school with a degree in photography, my brother was struggling to find a career in making pictures. Social documentary, he liked to say. He snapped a few photographs of the
Preface: I’ve got a lot of notes, drafts, and chapters of projects that never really saw the light of day. This is part of one of them. An exercise I had done recently reminded me of Jamie’s fingers. It took me three months to remember that his name was Jamie.