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Adolfo Luna

Wed, 30 May 2012 23:27:07 -0400

Adolfo Luna

Akeema Richards

Wed, 30 May 2012 23:23:03 -0400

Akeema Richards

Christopher Green

Wed, 23 May 2012 12:16:34 -0400

Christopher Green

Sat, 05 May 2012 01:19:11 -0400

Christopher Green

Jason Stephan

Wed, 04 Apr 2012 14:21:00 -0400

Jason Stephan

Shane

Wed, 04 Apr 2012 14:19:00 -0400

Shane

Mon, 23 Jan 2012 11:39:05 -0500

Shane

Liam Montgomery

Tue, 15 Nov 2011 16:43:01 -0500

Liam Montgomery

Benjamin Godfre

Tue, 08 Nov 2011 16:57:44 -0500

Benjamin Godfre

Michael McFadden

Tue, 08 Nov 2011 16:54:12 -0500

Michael McFadden

Carrie Haase

Sat, 05 Nov 2011 16:24:32 -0400

Carrie Haase

Architects don’t always get to design and oversee the...

Tue, 04 Oct 2011 11:20:26 -0400

Architects don’t always get to design and oversee the construction of large gleaming band shells. Sometimes they are pushed into the large catacombs of factory-style architectural firms to design banks or Arby’s restaurants or nondescript condominiums. Not all hairdressers spend their days fluffing Jennifer Anniston’s caramel mane. Some of them stare at patchy scalps for long hours under the din of green fluorescents in a neighborhood Supercuts, And I am here to tell you that not all photographers get assignments on the coast. Some of them are sent to Scottsbluff, Nebraska to photograph retirement homes.

Pulling into the Horizon Retirement Facility, I was greeted by pruned faces pressed to windows, cupping hands around their eyes in the shape of a moon, spectacles flashing little coins of light at me like jawas peering from a darkened cave. Quiet and decorative, Horizon residents look like old bodies tossed into the background of a Golden Girls episode – extras in their own life. A woman in pink sat in front of a large bird emporium positioned in the center of the lobby. She craned her head from side to side, alternating hands under her chin, tracing the brief six foot flight of the half dozen tiny birds.

I was assisted by a Mrs. Rosa Martinez who showed me around the facility and talked a bit about Scottsbluff. She pointed out the actual bluff a few miles away and told me with complete seriousness that it was named after a guy named Scott. Hiram Scott was a fur trapper that “gained a certain immortality by dying, alone and deserted by his companions, at the base of a magnificent formation of bluffs along the North Platte River in 1828.” Looking around at the residents of the Horizon Retirement Facility I wanted to say that Mr. Scott hadn’t really achieved anything that out of the ordinary. But Rosa is a sweet woman so I kept my mouth shut and nodded, hoping to run into her again some day.

Benjamin Godfre produced by David Schmitt

Fri, 30 Sep 2011 17:01:00 -0400

Benjamin Godfre

produced by David Schmitt

My mother became a sort of birder and momentary naturalist....

Sat, 10 Sep 2011 14:31:33 -0400

My mother became a sort of birder and momentary naturalist. Spring brought the sparrows. She stitched a basket of suet, filled the feeders, reddened the hummingbird’s water. Every January she was joined by my grandfather to plot the April planting. Vegetables were selected, bulbs, seeds, ample irrigation systems planned.

She took an interest in Marigolds for a time and began a pair of dueling hobbies in the kitchen, the planting of flowers as well as their pressing. Stacks of books, pages filled with petals and buds piled down the hall, flattening her little darlings

Anthony

Fri, 09 Sep 2011 21:24:55 -0400

Anthony

Ernie in the Shower Dreaming

Fri, 09 Sep 2011 21:20:45 -0400

Ernie in the Shower Dreaming

Seattle

Fri, 09 Sep 2011 20:59:00 -0400

It was lunch-time when I got to Pike Place Market. I suppose it is the most obvious tourist destination, but for good reason. An old lady in a red coat pushed a cart across the cobbled road and rested under the shade of a fruit vendor smelling oranges. Lunching men and women enjoyed the unseasonably warm weather on curbs, munching large cookies or fresh fruit. Everyone seemed thankful for the much needed break from 32 consecutive days of rain.

Chamaine, my hairdresser from Capital Hill told me there are two types in Seattle - the natives and the transplants. The transplants are usually over-dressed and once they figure out that their Ugg boots are never going to fit in in Seattle they either reassess their footwear or head back to California. I was told at the airport by a robust woman living in the east as an ex-patriot of the northwest, that the natives are a little bitter. Microsoft came in and jacked the price of everything through the roof. This was confirmed by Anne, the bartender at The Warwick. Whatever the story or division, in Seattle, there is an overwhelming sense of environmental respect and an unspoken appreciation for daily courtesies. Bill Gates, in his glass castle, kept those traditions intact.

After the market, I walked the hills of downtown. Scruffy, soliciting-teenagers hunkering down for a long afternoon of begging, peppered every street corner, holding signs or just asking for change. They fit the mold, I guess, of what I pictured the homeless in Seattle to look like - disaffected, angst riddled, outdoorsy teens from the Midwest that thought it was the city, not talent that made Nirvana the band that it was.

I will build you a wall of flowers.

Wed, 07 Sep 2011 10:00:05 -0400

I will build you a wall of flowers.

“Time makes us sentimental. Perhaps, in the end, it is...

Tue, 06 Sep 2011 10:05:05 -0400

“Time makes us sentimental. Perhaps, in the end, it is because of time that we suffer.”
Andre Aciman

Peter

Mon, 05 Sep 2011 19:27:51 -0400

Peter