time spent here

work from the studio of flat mountain press.
The brothers stood fishing from the beach, each looking down on the other two. The youngest thought his elders wasted far too much time with line, reel, and bait, removing themselves from the essence of fish and water. The middle brother believed the others took their task far too lightly, and that the serious labor of fishing should only be undertaken with a sober mind. The eldest, shaking his head, laughed arrogantly at his brothers’ belief that such a small, scummy pond could support any fish at all.

The brothers stood fishing from the beach, each looking down on the other two. The youngest thought his elders wasted far too much time with line, reel, and bait, removing themselves from the essence of fish and water. The middle brother believed the others took their task far too lightly, and that the serious labor of fishing should only be undertaken with a sober mind. The eldest, shaking his head, laughed arrogantly at his brothers’ belief that such a small, scummy pond could support any fish at all.

And (of course) that was how he said goodbye to the summer.

And (of course) that was how he said goodbye to the summer.

They clung to each other desperately, both smiling to the point of holding back tears. In fact, neither felt any joy or any lust. They crashed together as waves crash against the sand - repetitively, inevitably, energetically.

They clung to each other desperately, both smiling to the point of holding back tears. In fact, neither felt any joy or any lust. They crashed together as waves crash against the sand - repetitively, inevitably, energetically.

Once at least a superficially holy place, the cathedral had long become nothing in the hearts of the people but a giant, ugly clock, a haunting reminder of constant tardiness - in truth, a lurking reminder of all the ways in which they had failed. It bound up the sky in its macabre, arrogant angles. Many often fantasized of its disappearance.

Once at least a superficially holy place, the cathedral had long become nothing in the hearts of the people but a giant, ugly clock, a haunting reminder of constant tardiness - in truth, a lurking reminder of all the ways in which they had failed. It bound up the sky in its macabre, arrogant angles. Many often fantasized of its disappearance.

Faces of the cafe - New Orleans, September 2014.

Faces of the cafe - New Orleans, September 2014.

First proof of a brand new print - alive and well in the September sunshine.

First proof of a brand new print - alive and well in the September sunshine.

He’d always heard that photographs made your memory worse - whittled it down to little moments and took you away from the real world - but every time he looked at that last photo of his grandpa sitting on the fence he built, it all came back - the expanse of the desert, the colors of the sky and the dirt, the smell of the dust. He remembered the way it felt the last time Grandpa shook his hand. He loved that photo.

Plant studies in New Orleans.

Kalamazoo Farmer’s Market Faces

Kalamazoo Farmer’s Market Faces

Friends and strangers, drawn in public places.

Blakey had long since tired of his time in the desert.

Blakey had long since tired of his time in the desert.

I sat at the coffee shop and watched them move all morning, wondering if my life would look just as small if our positions were reversed.

I sat at the coffee shop and watched them move all morning, wondering if my life would look just as small if our positions were reversed.

In the evening light, long after all the accountants have gone home, it glows like a golden pyramid offering truth to the sky.

In the evening light, long after all the accountants have gone home, it glows like a golden pyramid offering truth to the sky.