I stood at the kitchen sink yesterday, imagined mothers day in an alternate universe. just for a second. my mother was still alive. we went thrifting, bought fountain cokes. talked about gardens, maybe. I don't know. the president was not the president, the world was not upside down. anyway

welp. adobe says "they're done with DEI hiring goals" so let's get the conversation started: alternatives to lightroom? (besides film, which I am already shooting)

in other news, my 20-something daughter taught a zine workshop yesterday at the library where she works and my gen X heart nearly burst right out of my body

as america goes screaming into the dark: serve tangibly, love immeasurably. do what you can, where and when you can, as much as you can. make art, love people. kindness and compassion, as much and as often as you can muster it

am at a super 8 in indiana that smells like microwave chinese food and lucky strikes. lights in motel room are not exactly lights but something else. something fluorescent, something dead. eye twitch inevitable

listen I will probably share things here that have nothing to do with the unraveling of this country- not because I'm *not* enraged but *because* I’m enraged-in order to stay fully awake, to sustain anger/action, to ride the waves of exhaustion, frequent breaks for comedy/joy/wonder are fundamental

it will always be gulf of mexico. always.

in other news, kendrick is all over all my timelines and it is giving me liiiiiiiiiiiife

anybody else jumpin back and forth between platforms? it's madness. the plan is to fully leave IG behind but am finding it a little trickier to extricate myself after 14 years of working to carve out community there

the cybertruck always looks a little bit like someone got really excited and decided to make a sci-fi inspired parade float

Remember, don't spend too much time doomscrolling today. Just enough to get the gist of what happened yesterday, maybe some news or opinions from people you respect. But don't go too far down that rabbit hole. Look at something beautiful. Keep your mind right.

Mountain Top - by Romare Bearden (1968). Wishing for a meaningful and heartfelt Martin Luther King Jr. Day to everyone. May we honor his words and legacy on this day.

//2// seen at the thrifts: a yearbook from 1998 a bejeweled sports bra a complete magic course three popcorn poppers three wedding gowns one pair of rainbow suspenders hannah's 7th grade comp books like, all of hannah's 7th grade comp books. every last one.

can we please stop using the word hubby. please I am begging you

nickel boys, good lord. ramell ross made a film that seems to transcend film. lost track of how many times I gasped, left the theatre dizzy-headed

//1// things I love about january: the looking back the looking forward the year as a blank sheet of paper the year as an unwritten thing also, bread

holding boomer parents accountable for misinformed fb posts is the new genX love language

'a winter wonderland is possible' are words I just heard the local meteorologist just say and I know my fellow ATLiens have mixed feelings about it but listen I have been waiting for this six effing years

I really don't know what I'd do without the library

jimmy carter 💔 rest in peace, sir. we will never see another one like you

this week between christmas and new years, this magic upside down week where we know not which day it is, or even what time it is, this is the very best week of the year

I hate money

my work always seems to live on the periphery. close but not close enough, perpetually adjacent, forever ‘almost’

if it's not a definitive project or a thing with a clear beginning, middle and end, I struggle. which might be why social media feels sort of impossible to me- it just keeps going and going and going

this morning, I woke up thinking my bed was a magic cloud and that I should really only leave it for things like bike rides and trips to foreign countries

color is a portal

seaview, washington october 2024

you can type in the words 'just a fun little record player' knowing full well google will only show you cheap record players and not really get what you mean, but it was never about the search anyway

re: substack-- been dragging my feet since I signed up in early 2023, something about it, just couldn't quite put my finger on it

there are pomegranates in the stores now and soon there will be good oranges and good mandarins and this, for me, is a sliver of good

nice lil feature on fall polaroid week 2024! stoked to have my work included www.analogforevermagazine.com/features-int...

andy's piece on the brilliant and timeless work of saul leiter is most excellent--

it's all loud, the whole internet is just an infinite crater of loud

revisiting www.youtube.com/watch?v=DlOe...

not interested in followers. not interested in feeding social media machines. I am, however, interested in community. in pouring love into work, and work into the world

invest in the people you love

and if you're interested in this idea, of photos missed or intentionally not made, you will probably love this book (a personal perennial fave)-- bookshop.org/p/books/phot...

I think a lot about the photos I didn't make-- either because the situation was delicate and I hesitated or I just wasn't quick enough. either way, I write about them regularly and wonder if this gives them even more weight, more indelibility

am a morning person now and I sincerely do not know how this happened

I was chatting with a photographer friend about Bluesky and the difference between this place and Threads. She thinks it's the algorithm and I suspect that's right. It's clear that algorithmic software gets between us on Threads. Here the connection feels more immediate and real. That feels good.

legit feels like I can breathe here

woah feels like old school twitter here (which I very much like)