Nancy Rexroth
Nancy Rexroth (born 1946) is an American photographer noted for her pioneer work utilizing the Diana camera. In 1977, she published Iowa – the first printed monograph of work completed with a plastic...
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I asked my buddy, the male feminist, about women. "You're a feminist. You know how to treat the ladies, right?""Sure. I just love 'em. I love to hold 'em, and squeeze 'em, and smell their hair. I...
View ArticleRead Your Shakespeare
A powerful storm just blew through. I heard it coming for about twenty minutes before it arrived. Then the rain, the thunder, and then. . . "POP!" The lights dimmed, went out, and came back on. The...
View ArticleCareful
I took this photo a long time ago. She was a "feminist painter." That's how she described herself. Her paintings were pretty good for someone starting out. They were better than that. She'd...
View ArticleTo Make Photos
It is Saturday night, and Ili is in the air coming back from a trip to one of the big cities. I have had time alone. I thought I might make pictures, but it was too much. I rested and watched photo...
View ArticleA.C. Blues
A.C. went out just as the sultry air came. Slept last night on top of the sheets, arms and legs akimbo, fan on high. It did not get cool in the night. I will sleep at my mother's tonight. The air...
View ArticleWatching the Workers
The a.c. boys are here now. Nice guys. There was a crew of four, then a supervisor, then the salesman, then someone I didn't know what, and now there are just two installers. The ducts are clean....
View ArticleVaqueros
The a.c. fellas worked all day, a long day. I got to sit and answer questions. It was awful. But the fellas were nice guys, very polite to one another. They were Hispanic and spoke in English...
View ArticleAccusatory Culture
This is a photo from Russia in the late 19th or early 20th century. I found it on the internet. A bunch of them. It reminds me of what I wanted to do in my studio when I got it. Looking at these...
View ArticleBurning the Past
Sorry for not posting. I had been anticipating the K-pop phenoms, BTS, appearing on SNL, then afterwards, I was overwhelmed. I was waiting for Q to write about how much his son enjoyed them and that...
View ArticleBirds and Squirrels
We have multiple bird feeders now, some that are seed, some that are liquids, some that are cakes that hang from cages. I think we might have a sock, too, that we have yet to hang. And the birds...
View ArticleArticle 1
I don't write in the mornings any more because I don't have a laptop. I am going to have to buy one, but they are expensive. At least the Macs are. The ones that will edit photos. I should get a...
View ArticleNo Collusion
Late post. Sketchy internet. Storms a-coming. I will be leaving the factory soon. This could be "Wizard of Oz" like. I worry about my roof. I have many worries. I only share a few. Of a sudden,...
View ArticleReverse Easter
No rebirth for me. Sick. So sick. It is not fair, but it is typical. The weather has been beyond perfect for days. I have only been able to sit and look at the bird feeders, the garden. Worse. I...
View ArticleWorse
Worse today than yesterday. Sick and making mistakes. I hope they are not too great. No work today. Miserable day upon the couch.
View ArticlePremonition
Days in bed. Awful days. The coughing is made more terrible by the accident, the many multiple broken bones. My mind grows very, very dark and goes places new to me. I cannot help but to be...
View ArticleSadly Considered
Ah, hell. . . I'm sorry I've been such a bad correspondent, but circumstances have prevented me from being able. This has been the most incredible week of the year for weather. If you are here (I...
View ArticleOther People's Music
You can't tell people this, but their taste in music is shit. Almost everyone, including myself. You have to recognize that the things that you once listened to were shit and move on. . . probably...
View ArticleChanging of the Seasons
It must be spring everywhere by now. I am paying attention because of the birds. Seriously. I've never marked the seasons by the passage of birds and butterflies before, but now I do. The buntings...
View ArticleWay Back Machine
I almost didn't write today. I don't know. Things get weird. For some reason, though, I was thinking about NYC in the '70s, the time I first went there. It was a different place then. Everyone...
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