Saw These and Thought of You | October
The sun is down before dinner and leaves are wet on the ground. I know where I am this time of year: wrapped up in a hood and a flannel, staring through a window to a spotlight left on all night. It’s early. It’s late. I’m nervous.
“Seen anything good lately?” “Where?”
“What are you doing with yourself these days?” “I don’t know.”
I’m making time to look so hard at nothing that I can see through the wall. I’m spending time thinking circular thoughts about what I should be doing and where I should be going. I’m standing still, and everything is starting to feel like a run off of colour. Shadows, lights and colour.
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Saw These and Thought of You - September
I spent a lot of time on the road this month, which means that none of these shots are of where I live. My hometown, I mean. What is that, anyway? My hometown? I’m not sure that I have any idea.
What if you’re never really satisfied with where you live, or what you do? Is that a problem? I’d say so. Is it uncommon? Probably not. Remote. Urban. Exciting. Quiet. I want all of these things but can’t wrap my head round any of them. You might respond by saying that they don’t match, or intersect, and you’d be right. I’m sorry, you are right.
These things don’t intersect, even when you force them. And so I’m stuck fighting a little war with myself. Lesson learned, I suppose.
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Saw These And Thought of You | June
More colour this month, but not a ton of time for photos. A/B testing my life away, if you can believe that (I can’t). Still I managed to sneak some shots, as I always do, and here we are again.
The music’s missing, but the motivation’s returning. Gosh there’s a lot on, don’t you ever find?
Halfway through this project and I’m still thinking of you. Do you think we’ll ever meet and figure things out? One by one, perhaps we’ll try. Love you.
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Saw These And Thought of You - April
Tough month: bursting pipes, bursting hearts, and all sorts. Everything was going down, so there wasn’t a lot of time for photos. I made what could be made: a little set with light at its heart. There’s a zine, too. We’ll talk about that in a few days.
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Wee stud.
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Navigator, Toronto, January 2015
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