Memory Cutting the stems from a quart basket of strawberries - the first this spring - looking forward to how I would eat them tonight, when I was alone, for a treat (Tess being away), I remembered I forgot to pass along a message to her when we talked: somebody whose name I forget called to say Susan Powell’s grandmother had died, suddenly. Went on working with...
Excerpt from A Year in the Valley […] So maybe it’s my own stalled search for relevance that truly bothers me; or that a part of me (a very large part) expected, still expects, fireworks, accolades, breakthroughs… the end of doubt. Instead, what I have is a year I can’t classify and which seems to move forward by it’s own and very secret measure of...
Charlie says, “You are what you eat.” FLICKR TUMBLR
these pictures are from Aimee’s Wish You Were Here series The wish you were here series came about after I had moved to San Francisco. Before that I had lived in Los Angeles where I had some of my most favourite people with me almost all of the time. In Los Angeles I would go on day trips with my friends, and we would explore nearby mountains, beaches, take hikes, and just really...
‘Hi, If you’re getting this message you’re either a friend/inspiration/both. My photography website is now online. I hope you enjoy.’ Pedro mailed me back in November with a link to his new site, which can be found just below, and we’re very happy to have his series as the first of 2010. PEDRO RAMOS DOT ORG