Photographs. Sort of.

Month: October 2012

  • Rua Tavares Bastos 238 with Family & Friends

    Rua Tavares Bastos 238 with Family & Friends

    An afternoon of loving company – winning hearts and minds. Swapping stories over freshly baked rye bread and hot coffee. Only the breeze was cool and the passage of time slow. Exactly what well-lived-in-homes are for: people, sharing space and time, often over food, and pouring out a few hours of life into a common…

  • Blood, on tasting your own

    Blood, on tasting your own

    Amazing how pain can distort and color the lenses with which you see life. Over the past few weeks I’ve grown more and more combative, fearful, irrational, in my dealings with Roxanne. It seems to be becoming something palpable. It seems to be a shape, a something I can almost feel and taste in me.…

  • Ends and Means

    Ends and Means

    I’d like not to tell you, but to show you. It is so much more visceral that way. The condition of the place – I wonder in what way is the character of the place like that of the man who makes of it his own home – are they reflections? Can they be otherwise?…

  • Letter to the Family

    Letter to the Family

    Dearest Family, (written on the night of Oct. 4th, read and cleared for distribution by Bill on Oct. 5th.) I’m writing in hopes of answering a few questions – and probably raising many more. Certainly I will not be able to spell out every detail of what I’m here pursuing – there are a myriad…

  • Face First

    Face First

    Have been on the ground now for almost a full twenty hours. Amazing how instantaneously cultural habits return, how easy it is to slip back into an old skin… Doing Heraclitus great injury, I would appropriate his  – no man wears the same old skin twice the same way. It would be easy to become…