Sunday, December 26, 2010

From the Migration.

I have returned.


Friday, December 17, 2010

Untitled [Printshop Series]... continued.

What was new(s) is archived in the past.
The past and the future, in the present.

"This present moment used to be the unimaginable future"
Stewart Brand, The Clock of the Long Now


Untitled [Printshop Series].

Construction of language... becomes landguage.


Thank You.



Cut and Paste.

Observe, directly.


Words [To be Constructed].

The gamut is infinite.


Tuesday, December 14, 2010

The Hint [of something else].

Through the grey, familiar shapes appear.


This Way.

Direction sometimes befuddles me.
Like an arc through the sky, piercing, unable to change itself.
Straight lines bend over time...


Sunday, December 12, 2010

We Are Now [Ghosts]

Tongue finished fumbling
phrases as perfection lost,
where the ghosts dressed.


Thursday, December 09, 2010

Frost Writings #1.

So many variations, so little time.


Wednesday, December 08, 2010


There's something about permanence... that is comforting.


Tuesday, December 07, 2010

Seeing Single. | Seeing Double.

In the slurry of winter... alone we stand before the vast whiteness.
And sometimes we stand together.


Division. Again.

Around the bend, there seems to be light.



As we wait for something...
flakes become lines, become direction, become cover.
The secret ministry of snow.


And then grain. Explosive.

Ghosts of snow, darkroom missage.


Color. | Night.




As darkness envelops me, I walk blindly into the sun.


Monday, December 06, 2010

Life is a...

Wonderful thing. Yes it is.


Darkness. | Depth.


Acute Angles And Curves.

Indeed. Trust a viewfinder to be cruel.
With incomparable memory, it never lets you forget the shot you couldn't get.


Note. | Direction.

Sometimes a reflection anchors the composition.


Day | Going | Toward.

Travel. Motion. Again.
The world shifts constantly.


The Hunt.

And the camera turns swiftly, cutting through the motion.
You never saw me coming.
I too, sir, hunt.


Saturday, December 04, 2010

The Wait [Accumulation].

Time weighs heavily on those who do things.

"Work Comes Out of Work"
[Richard Serra]


Vertical Similarities.


The Impostor.

Twilight hides things, but also reveals impostors.



"Frame the subject," he said, "and breathe."


Friday, December 03, 2010

This evening...

This should be fun!

Beam me up!                          [There]


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