Give up on that 70's and 80's music , like giving up on your weekend plans. Listening to words is something not typically associated with your miscellaneous habits, of which have existed since Shaker Heights and the jumping off the water fall and the mob bombings in your hometown. Cleveland Ohio, where the suicidal men … Continue reading Thoughts On the Music My Father Used to Listen to When He Was Once My Age, or Thereabouts.
I’ve been going through old photographs. They’re digital copies of film shots I took back when my parents were paying my way, and they let me spent a little extra on film and lab fees. They’re poor quality scans, seeing as how I did them myself in my spare time. The negative scratches are unrepaired, there … Continue reading Seconds Spent in the Lomo Years
I saw a photo of you in an ocean-going canoe. Not so much one designed for it, rather, the old beat up one that you kept among the brush and the sand dunes. The one meant for a pond, made of cherished and dented aluminum. I saw you amongst the floating bits of ice in the … Continue reading The Summer Triangle and a Land of Abandoned Lake Houses