grief
i don’t do much writing of poetry anymore. i’m not good at it and i’m not moved to it. but a recent experience drove me to it. i thought i’d keep it private; but when it comes to this topic i’ve kept so many secrets that i’m unable to hold it anymore. so for the few who grace the pages i offer my grief today. (see full entry)
eulogy
is that you are alive
which forces
Voluntourists
A while back I went down to New Orleans to shoot a group of volunteers who were helping to rebuild houses after Katrina. It was an amazing experience and one that really showed me what kind of photography I wanted to do, and what kind of work I wish I could continue. Two of the women I met are continuing on their service quest; but need your help –
Rock of Love 2: Am I Ashamed?
So here’s the thing. I’m a Rock of Love fan. I never really liked Poison as a band, ever - didn’t fall for “every rose has its thorn” and “talk dirty to me” didn’t make me swoon. I didn’t think Brett Micheals was all that and … you know all that; but in this strange world of reality shows where famous people search for love en masse requesting people to compete for their hand (note
Thank you Callie Clarkwiren(.com)
I just found a post by Callie Clarkwiren writing about her recent purchase of the Mott Street print still available on 20×200. It’s really so wonderful when you get hear unsolicited feedback about your work. Even (thought not as wonderful) negative opinons. I’ve one of those as well, would link to it, but let’s face it, i’m entitled to be a bit childish. Regardless a link to Callie -








