from this weekend:


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"Ay, Sir Galwyn, and yet and yet. You have known the bride of a king before ever her husband looked upon her, you have possessed, in the persons of the daughters of the two most important minor princes in Christendom, the morning and the evening stars, and yet you have gained nothing save a hunger which gives you no ease. I remember to have ( Read more... )

i'm excited to start printing but i can't seem to motivate myself to prep the darkroom and everything else to actually start doing it...


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doomed to miss something and someone always. here are some photos i've been staring at for a while:

flower lady on train:

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back in philly, yo ( Read more... )

who knew travellers had such terrible taste in books? every time i go into a book exchange i have a hard time picking just because there is nothing to pick from. although i have ended up with some good things: short stories by Luis Sepulveda, El Tunel by Ernesto Sabato, The Old Patagonian Express by Paul Theroux (err, mixed feelings), Cancer Ward ( Read more... )

ah, the jungle. i`m glad you exist and yet i`m willing to let you exit without my presence within your foliage. and, in fact, it is probably better that way. i more prefer the mountains, dry and tall ones where i can brood, or the sea, wide and open, where i can be lost. or the combination of the two...valparaiso, chile ( Read more... )

i think no matter how long i stay here i will never understand certain things ( Read more... )

damn, my site is still down. guess back to livejournal for now ( Read more... )

today there was a gathering proceeded by a march at the plaza. i never figured out what for but i did see at least three men sitting on benches around the plaza each with a typewriter on his knees. two out of three were sleeping. i figured they were supposed to be typing up the speeches being given, like in a court room, but were not impressed with ( Read more... )