Category: Thoughts Out Of Season

5:00 am… In the stillness of the early dawn you can hear the deafening beauty of silence.

6:20 am… Photography and moral questions… I shot some really closeup and personal work yesterday of a man who I’ve been photographing for several years. I captured several really powerful images. I’m not posting any of them without telling the…

I hold a basketball in one hand, and a brick in the other. I tell a subjectivist that when I drop them, the basketball will bounce higher than the brick. The subjectivist says, “I disagree.” I drop both the ball…

5:41 am… Icicle City crackles in the frozen dawn as Northern winds blow harshly upon lowly sidewalk dwellers. Her tentacles rise up from the Earth like sparkling horned erections.

Concrete ghettos roll across the urban prairie like aftershocks from some fantastic social quake. There is a cold indifference to a city, a sort of hardened callus that forms over the pavement. The bricks stare down at the morning workers…

4:51 am… The Earth is cool to the touch, as the Dawn slowly turns and says hello.