Tag: photography
I know the way I’m seeing the world these days is not the way it actually is, but I’m having trouble recalibrating.
I’m spending more and more time lately in a city that’s never felt like home and I’m trying, I’m trying to find a way in. Wandering the streets at night and taking photos on an entirely awful phone. I want to like this place, I want to learn its secrets, I want to sync with its strange, angry rhythms. But I don’t know why it matters.
spray thyne loneliness on a wall
ya fucking vandal
Drunken 3am long-exposure photos in the snow. Dimly remember knocking over the tripod a lot. The snow was all gone by morning, but it almost definitely happened.
i am so i am so very
tired
today
3. Who the fuck climbed up/down to leave that can of Dutch Gold up there? I tip my hat to you, sir or madam. It was like finding a little cairn on a clifftop in Donegal, or an Inuksuk on some remote part of the Trans-Canadian highway. It was almost spiritual.