30 November 2009

334



"I have been frequently accused of deliberately twisting subject matter to my point of view. Above all, I know that life for a photographer cannot be a matter of indifference. Opinion often consists of a kind of criticism. But criticism can come out of love."

- Robert Frank

29 November 2009

333



Listen . . .
With faint dry sound,
Like steps of passing ghosts,
The leaves, frost-crisp'd, break from the trees
And fall.


—Adelaide Crapsey, November Night

28 November 2009

332



i really need to figure it all out.

anyone have a map i can borrow?

27 November 2009

331



it is so difficult to shoot in very low light conditions. i am continually confronted with this and the fact that i generally hate flashes and prefer the aesthetic of natural lighting makes this challenge a difficult one to overcome.

that said i have decided to take as many opportunities to shoot in this situation so that i can evenutally master it.

this one was hard and clearly not my best work.

but the subject, at least, was very cooperative and cute as peach pie.

26 November 2009

330



stop.

take inventory.

you're thankful for more than you realize.

25 November 2009

329



no he can't read my poker face...

24 November 2009

328




"though i suppose it is possible to be gay and not know. in that case, am i gay? i've been an admirer of judy garland for years."

- adrian mole, creation of sue townsend

23 November 2009

327




"anyone who lives within their means suffers from a lack of imagination."

- Mr. Wilde

22 November 2009

326



death really brings out the hypocrite in all of us...

21 November 2009

325 (40 days left!!)



“Life is intrinsically, well, boring and dangerous at the same time. At any given moment the floor may open up. Of course, it almost never does; that's what makes it so boring.”

- Edward Gorey

20 November 2009

324



after spending 3 hours in a darkroom i am...

19 November 2009

323



“Here I am trying to live, or rather, I am trying to teach the death within me how to live.”

- Jean Cocteau

18 November 2009

322



“Experience is the name every one gives to their mistakes.”

- Mr. Wilde

17 November 2009

321


i learned last night that a friend with whom b and i were very close (to both he and his partner) during our providence years died very suddenly of a massive heart attack yesterday morning.

i’m stunned. the guy was only 40.

we had a falling out not long after i moved to nyc. they went in one direction, one that we felt wasn’t something we wanted for our lives and as a consequence we had a rather nasty end to our friendship.

but before that happened we did have some wonderful times. we shared many laughs and many happy moments that will forever live on in my memory and within our photo albums and stories. for two years solid i think we saw them just about every weekend and in the summer spent full weeks with them down in provincetown – often doing up marvelous and campy drag and going to events and clubs (i went through a drag phase – my form of expression for a while), a quartet always attracting attention.

in the last couple of years we did make amends. not that we ever hung out again but certainly on the rare occasion we saw each other it was always polite and pleasant – the past buried, regretably the good along with bad.

i’m sad over this news. i’m sad for his partner – i cannot imagine what he must be feeling…the loss, the missing piece. that’s primarily what I have been stuck on since b told me the news. what must he be feeling??? when did they have their last conversation? their last moment alone? what did they say? a week ago they didn’t know how little time they had left and now it is over. it breaks my heart for him and also because it’s something we all could be faced with – i could be faced with…

sometimes we just have no idea that a frying pan is about to slam us flat on in the face, you know?

i’m sad because somewhere in the back of my mind i think i thought we would all reconcile when the day comes b and i move back to providence and of course now…that won’t happen.

don had a wicked and wonderful sense of humor and a brilliant creative mind that came out best in his drag creations often making his own clothes and designing brilliant pieces of jewelry to go with the elaborately coiffed wigs. he could be cutting but if he was on your side he could also be very generous and giving. i experienced both sides of the coin. i choose to focus on one side of the coin although to deny the other would be to deny the person he was and that’s something i don’t like to do.

i will miss him even though he hasn’t been a physical presence in my life for several years.

i continue to send my thoughts and meditations to his partner frank and to don’s family and friends. may they all find strength in their shared loss, shared love and in their memories.

16 November 2009

320



you just never know what you will find when you leave the house in the morning, do you?? sort of a lesson in inspiration...walk out the door with open eyes and open ears and open heart each day because you don't know what is around the corner!

15 November 2009

319



"Results are uncertain even among the more experienced photographers."

- Matthew Brady

14 November 2009

318



to err is...me.

forgiving me is divine.

13 November 2009

317




i feel like everything coming to me these days is in an abstract form.

my thought process is very fast and slightly confusing - ideas are so strong but so frequent that they collide with each other making it hard to really focus on ONE idea.

it's not a problem, per se...just...i don't know...new?

12 November 2009

316



some artists create to expose a greater truth, their own or that of society, while other artists create to impress other artists.

why can't we have more of the former and less of the latter?

11 November 2009

315



I may not always love you
But long as there are stars above you
You never need to doubt it
I'll make you so sure about it
God only knows what I'd be without you

If you should ever leave me
Though life would still go on, believe me
The world could show nothing to me
So what good would livin' do me
God only knows what I'd be without you

God only knows what I'd be without you


- from The Beach Boys, "God Only Knows"

10 November 2009

314



Sunny Day
Sweepin' the clouds away
On my way to where the air is sweet

Can you tell me how to get,
How to get to Sesame Street

Come and play
Everything's A-OK
Friendly neighbors there
That's where we meet

Can you tell me how to get
How to get to Sesame Street

It's a magic carpet ride
Every door will open wide
To Happy people like you--
Happy people like
What a beautiful

Sunny Day
Sweepin' the clouds away
On my way to where the air is sweet

Can you tell me how to get,
How to get to Sesame street...
How to get to Sesame Street
How to get to...


happy anniversary, old friends!! you gave me more than you could ever imagine and will forever hold a special place in my heart and soul...bless jim henson and the children's television workshop.

09 November 2009

313



next stop? happyville! joytown! all aboard!!

08 November 2009

312




today was one of those days where i felt i didn't belong. where i felt the frightening realization that i am all alone on this journey.

most of the time i don't have to face this - i'm surrounded by support and love from family, friends, whomever. caught up in vocation, avocation.

but sometimes, on those days where the support system fails or when i realize the great, gaping cracks that exist in the support system (or heaven forbid that the support system is merely a ghost), i am slapped very hard across the face with the stinging, stinking reminder that nothing i will ever do can change the fact that i am always alone. even amongst crowds of others, i am always alone.

we are always alone and that is a truth. we are born alone and we will die alone. you don't have to like it or even agree to it but it is a truth.

it doesn't always have to mean we are lonely or even aware of this aloneness - just today i was.

07 November 2009

311



i had a dream last night that i was in my grandmother's apartment, walking around and holding and petting kiawah, her warmth pressing into my side.

i put her down carefully and she ran off as nana asked me something from another area of the apartment.

i went into her kitchen and opened the fridge door and there was nothing in there. the shelves were bare save for two unidentifiable containers.

i choked back a gasp and made my way to the other room where b was.

"she's preparing to die. she's cleaning everything out because she knows she is dying."

"no" he said "she probably just hasn't gone to get groceries"

"no, she's preparing the die. i know it"

and then i broke down sobbing uncontrollably because i knew it was true.

06 November 2009

310



i'm feeling cheeky today.

05 November 2009

309



you know people just need to start letting other people live their lives. the world has become a nasty place to be...

04 November 2009

308



"The creative act lasts but a brief moment, a lightning instant of give-and-take, just long enough for you to level the camera and to trap the fleeting prey in your little box."

- pioneer Henri Cartier Bresson

03 November 2009

307



"each candidate behaved well in the hope of being judged worthy of election. however, this system was disastrous when the city had become corrupt. for then it was not the most virtuous but the most powerful who stood for election, and the weak, even if virtuous, were too frightened to run for office."

- Machiavelli, and oh so appropriate in New York City this day...

02 November 2009

306



never doubt yourself.

01 November 2009

305



"my answers are inadequate
to those demamding day and date
and ever set a tiny shock
through strangers asking what's o'clock;
whose days are spent in whittling rhyme-
what's time to her or she to time?"

- dorothy parker