I play rochambeau with ghosts, take photos of space, and ride my bike in the bus lane.

Not sure why people would want to.

Traded so many mom jokes tonight. Eck. I’m just working through what I’m going to show.

It’s the difference between world peace and sticking your head in the sand.

Still waiting for those frames.

A little girl cried for the first time in years which is both grandeur and pathetic in this crappy media world.

This is not exactly a Walt Whitman poem but a testament to found photographs. So it’s my birthday. I totally cussed out my family for reasons that were reasonable and unreasonable, mostly the latter. I feel bad. Nothing that I talked about is really their fault but I needed to cuss my head off and they deserve credit for throwing it back at me and not ignoring me and I’m making an apology.

I will be posting a lot of photos — some old and random — to build up some random hype for my show in July at SIP Lounge!