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Recharge
I'm done for awhile. Let's call it a break. I have to tend to things including my health, I think, both physical and mental. I'm pretty much closing up shop at the studio, too. I've been through a...
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Things Will Be Fine
I wake my first morning in Albuquerque in a whiskey and Xanax daze. I feel good but slow and dopey. I will simply sit and wait for this to pass. The hotel in which I am staying is tastefully...
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Madness and a Good Hotel
I spent yesterday doing little. I woke in my beautiful bed and stepped down the hallway to the coffee urn. I read, I wrote, I texted, and then I went downstairs to have breakfast--quiche, a...
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The Terrible Nothingness
Even in the best of places, though. . . there is always something. As I sat at the bar sipping at my Old Fashioned, two hip hop boys in their early thirties came up to pay their tab. They were drunk...
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How Leica Saves a Weird Sunday
My last morning in Albuquerque was spent drinking coffee, writing, and eating. I was slow to move, slow to leave. When I finally went down to breakfast, the room was full, so I strolled outside to...
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Red Chair
It has been all workshop since the last post. I have been making platinum and palladium prints all week. They are beautiful, but I will need to shoot images for this process, for it has particular...
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Attention
(another phone pic--all I have available here)The workshop ended yesterday. It was a tremendous workshop, a good group of people. I got my money's worth. Now all that is left to do is return home...
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Saturday's Adventures
There is little more dead or lonesome than a late Saturday afternoon in a strange town when you are alone. The city dies in the heat and everyone goes home after shopping and dining to rest. And if...
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Out and About
Yesterday I decided to drive to Taos. It was closer than I remembered, less than two hours by the longest route. I, of course, planned to stop all along the way, but that was the point. And so I...
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Weird Ending
My last full day in Santa Fe, I woke too early feeling. . . strange. Perhaps it was only the thought of this being the last day of freedom which is in itself an oppressive thought. All morning, I was...
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Getting Your Money's Worth
Maybe I was wrong-headed to have booked a new flight last night, but it is done and now I have come to the end of the road. All that is left is the journey home. Last night I was sour, mostly toward...
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Departure
My last morning in Santa Fe, I woke up wondering. I left from Albuquerque at 3:15. The airport was an hour away. I had to be out of the motel that I'd called home for the past ten days by eleven....
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Working Troll
Home and two days at the factory. Now the first weekend. Yesterday, I did nothing. I drank too much alone the night before, I believe, and did not go to bed until after one. I woke up early in the...
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A Little Film from Santa Fe
I've been scanning the Leica images from New Mexico. I loved running around with that sweet little camera, loved the way it felt and the access it seemed to give me to things. But man, scanning film,...
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Blaze Starr and the Transition Hut
I read an obituary for the famous stripper Blaze Starr in the New York Times a few minutes ago. Here are some excerpts.Ms. Starr, with a head full of red hair, an ample bosom and a penchant for...
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A Rock. An Island.
I stayed up too late last night. I blame drink, but I was showing off my musical "skills," too, playing my guitar and singing and showing how I could write a new song, but then I realized it had many...
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Nero's Fiddle
I probably couldn't have told you the Pope's name until today, but now I am ready to convert to Catholicism. Pope Francis. What a fellow. It is his stance on climate change that has made me a...
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Constructed Frustration
Fucked up night, fucked up morning. Seemed things were going o.k. Yesterday I had to get my a.c. repaired. That happened. Ordered mulch to be delivered today. That happened, but the truck pulled...
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Life Passes Into Pages
James Salter, a ‘Writer’s Writer’ Short on Sales but Long on Acclaim, Dies at 90.That was the headline in the New York Times for the story sent to me this morning by a friend. I knew Salter as well as...
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The Old Double Whammy
It is Father's Day. I got nothin' there either way. So. . . it is the summer solstice--the first day of summer. I've got something there, just like everybody else. Equal light and dark. Like this...
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