All posts in category Photography

Wake Of A Buddhist Robot—A small service

“I have no idea how we are going to get her clothes off,” the Red One said. “Patience,” the Priest said, “You are Death, but Buddha will provide.”

Sleep Out For The Night—A small luminous

The sky is on fire, a kind of cold fire, like some other country’s war is in town for the night. At the distant stadium, there’s men bitching over cheap cups of expensive beer and torn tickets. But the town is quiet. It isn’t the kind of place that salesmen in some real estate stage [...]

The Passport Photo—A small reflection

I need a new passport for an upcoming trip to Tokyo, Japan. So I sent in my application two Fridays ago. And the State Department rejected it, the bastards. They didn’t like my photo. Said the dimensions or background were wrong. I have the memo. No biggie. I’ll just pay closer attention to the required [...]

The World Holds The World Up—A small incidental

The world seems to hold the world up, to support itself with twigs and leaves blown into place by the wind. I’ve never been much for hippie Rachel Carson thinking, but you can’t crush that kind of determination, that kind of will. We break something, and the world fixes it without us or our help. [...]

Sometimes I Feel—A small, strange compulsion and…

…the artificial moons that dot the landscape remind me of… …the warm, burning slumber of home.

A Picture I Took What I Liked—A small time exposure

When the space rockets come from Jesus, they’ll park down the street from your house.

Brisbane Nocturne—A small lunacy

Quiet moon, I hate you, hate your brightness. At these times of the year, you won’t let me hide from the evil I know the night normally harbors in the darkness. So, I guess those sons of bitches will see me coming. But on the bright side, I suppose, it will make it easier for [...]

A Quiet Street in Hollister, California—A small Christmas Day

The tombs of the pharaohs aren’t this quiet, even this close to a Mormon temple….. The street is quiet and it is Christmas Day and for the first time I see in the landscape and the architecture something of the neighborhood in Richardson, Texas where I spent part of my youth. My niece and her [...]

The Grief Sculpture—Part I of a small, inadequate way of coping

Grief is an unconquerable emotion. You can only manage it….. I am both embarrassed by this thing, and rather proud of it. You can have a closer look at….everything. If you’d like. The whole thing, each small packet. You can think of it as a mixed-media piece, which some proud but confused parent has displayed [...]

The Grief Sculpture—Part II of a small, inadequate way of coping

Grief is an unconquerable emotion. You can only manage it….. Part II, and Coda: The Hanging Chad Addenda Coda: My father died in the early hours of May 18th, 2008. We did not get along, but I loved him. I did not go to the funeral. This was a stupid decision. The circumstances of both [...]