Morpheus, the cat who lives in the window of my vet’s office, has seen many things.
Zach was in the men’s room for half an hour with a youtube tutorial and that tie.
i love street portraits. humans of new york is one of my favorite blogs. people are infinitely interesting, aren’t they?
“God is in the details, the completely unnecessary miracles sometimes tossed up as stars to guide us.”
Halloween in The French Quarter with special guest stars!
see this guy? he has no such qualms. don’t grow up to be this guy.
this is the bar i live next door to. when anyone visits, they ask if we can hear the music they play. the answer is yes, but it never bothers me except on “metal night.” sometimes, a band i like will play there, but i never go because the place is always full of hipsters (people much younger than me). i like to enjoy music in a setting that befits me and i figure it’s only a matter of time before there’s a sub pop cruise.
this is my husband. isn’t he beautiful? and so good to me. sometimes, i think i don’t deserve him, but then i remember all the assholes i’ve endured and tell him he’s the lucky one.
this is the new orleans holocaust memorial. those nine panels create ten distinct images when viewed from different angles. in this shot, i captured an expression of “human misery and absence of empathy and religious and moral values, including reverence for life itself” in case you didn’t pick up on that right away.
this is my oldest son, ian. we went to lunch at a hot dog stand called dreamy weenies. i’ve heard dat dog is better, but that’s impossible because it’s uptown and it’s not called dreamy weenies. besides, i really like the people that work there. they’re so fresh-faced and earnest, the kind of people i want to give my money to.
ian and i weren’t really on speaking terms that day, but there we both were, showing up and trying. that’s got to be worth something, right?
this is the first photo i took with my new camera. it’s @goodbyeturtle (rhubarbturmoil) who stopped to visit us when he moved from florida to california all by his lonesome. which, i thought was fabulous and brave, just the sort of thing a man of his age ought to do.
a little more than six months ago, i got a new camera - nothing fancy, just a canon point and shoot. i loved finding old rolls of film, getting them developed and being surprised by moments i’d forgotten so i planned to take as many photos as the memory card would hold before importing them. i haven’t used it as much as i thought i would. why bother when my phone provides instant gratification? tonight, i finally accomplished my goal. i took so many pictures of shit to list on ebay, i still have spots in my eyes from the cheap spotlights of my tabletop studio - sounds fancy, but you can make one or buy one on amazon for about the same price if you have better things to do. i don’t have a facebook anymore and you still haven’t joined my circle. i haven’t used this tumblr is over a year, but it seems like the best place for a vanity project. lucky you.
“i’m gonna tell my son to be a prophet of mistakes”
