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I was here

I see you standing there

8:00 am

Pencil notes scrape across pages:

Go, go, go, go, go,
No, no, no, no, no,
So... So... So...
That whistling man.

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Getting lost to Onondaga

Yesterday I packed the camera into the sack and headed north on James st. From there my destination was unknown, just go, find something you haven't seen yet. Led zeppelin playing on the car stereo in analogue cassette form- drowning out the sounds of the open window. Cool autumn air barreling in with the cigarette ash whirling out, and bursting into a billion little pieces. The view out front transformed from city blocks, stop and go traffic into a rural wooded landscape. Getting closer to something, I thought. After a series of lefts, rights, and small towns with single stop lights. I was in Lakeport. Rather odd feeling happened over me at this point. For a second, I felt like I could have been in the sticks in the Florida panhandle. Little swamps popping up, mom and pop bait shops with hand painted signs advertising live lures, open from 7am-3pm. The urge came suddenly, quick, make a left NOW! Tire screeched as I pulled onto a street with no name. Less than a mile down, up the road, who knows at this point? But one thing was for certain, I knew that I was found, or could it have been- it found me:

Bird book + ice skater's =

Rainy days

And empty sidewalks,



Like glass,



Keep it open till it drizzles out.

Going smaller

The size of a post-it!

Mapping my short comings

Tuesday technical

Origami Spiky Cub-octahedron

Doodle Monday

Fish head rocket

There are rocketships docked at
Octoberfest plots where
moms run around all day in only cloths.
They sink,
but the great divers float for
a magnificent distance before the gambler is repaid
and the footsteps symbolically fade.
big ol' st. james stares at
the fish before he catches one for dinner,
because he likes to know his food
[otherwise it is rude].
then they all get together and tango under the spanish skies,
because earth is okay
after all
of the multicrunktional funk
blows by.

By C. Darling

correspondence between a blink and a tear

I know serving scotch to Socrates is like
baking a bruschetta for Bigfoot, but dreams
like gargoyles looming,
above great stones.
Stack stoners like bongos packed in music shops.
Let he who is without smiles
trip over styrofoam strips
with loose lips.
Thank the doorman
for manning up
and getting down on the disco dance.
Quit the hobbit and sip a growler
at a 90• angle.
Straight up,
sup!
So trouble,
no trouble will it,
it will lay down and die.

Sunsets and Psych Wards

Erie blvd: Syracuse. Sunset you shake me to slumber.



Old Buffalo Psych complex. Aka: Dracula's tower. Aka: Giger baby gargoyles.

Dope sunflower beer

JR does music animation [Patrice -ain't got no]

I've been a fan of JR for the past few years. First time I came in contact with his work was the "28 millimeters" project, born out of the French ghettos. A project that continues to this day into a multifaceted discourse about conflict and privation all over the world. JR talks about a closeness of photography, "...they signed into the project...expressed their feeling. with a 28 mm lens you are 10 cm from the subject." This idea that you see these images blown up, huge, the size of billboards.
You can't avoid them, they are not small, they are not to remain quite, but they are not selling you anything either. However you can buy into empathy, if you so choose to. The barriers of language and culture are always distorted through mass media. If you were to limit your sources of information to popular news stations, your view of reality would become rather skewed, and tunneled.

Dreaming in the mountains

The arsonists mother...

Is proud of her son,






She holds high the work he has done,






Sister like brother, mother like son.






Kids! Time to eat, grilled cheese's are done.

The arsonist

Admires his work.


Relishes in melted vinyl.


Then finishes his waffle.

Werner Herzog

How bad do you want to go to his film school?

Like really really bad!

Some things

From today...


A dog had been sheared on the side porch.


A fence scraped; painted.


Dreaming.

Steak and the lake

Hibachi grill, makes me play with my food too.




It was 1929. I was walking along the foot hills of the broad, when I spied a giraffe eating huckleberries off the top of an oak tree.
It was few year earlier, 1926. I was walking along the same foot hills of the broad, and I spied a panther, he spied me, we looked at one another and he said "heeellooo there"
It was winter in the summer, the rain was snowing like glass, a bearfoot boy with shoes on stood sitting in the grass.

That's the one about boys in the grass, stood sitting in the grass.

Lovin' you is easy because

Time and time again

Question mark man is back!