Kipahulu

Spending a long weekend in this place.

This should be a giant, game-changing fuckhouse. Stole a camera. Pictures soon.

Meteor Showers

I got out. I'm in (on..whatever) Maui.

Transitions aren't easy. This one has been alright.

Above is a picture of the place where you get some of the best fish tacos on the small area of the planet I know, anyway. My cameras dead, the charger on the mainland, so cellphone pictures are all I've got for now.

no shoes
road sodas
waterfalls instead of pools
meteor showers
and a world of people who know nothing about me

Maui is small in the middle of a big ocean. You can feel it no matter where you are. Everything moves. There is always at least a breeze, usually much more.

When I was a brick in a house of stone I was not moved by wind and now I tremble madly...

...and drink Big Swell beer. Lots of it.

GO

Adventure time. Seattle airport is nice. Good bar. Friendly bartender who gives me double vodka drinks and decent food. Recommended.

Is it trashy that I like airports?

R

The Great Day That Dawns

"I think over again my small adventures
My fears, those small ones that seemed so big
For all the vital things I had to get and reach
And yet there is only one great thing
The only thing
To live to see the great day that dawns
And the light that fills the world."

Women as Horses

All 1200+ of my photos are trapped inside my old, dead macbook and my digital camera is still in fucking Philadelphia in some wretched basement wishing I would touch it again.

De Puta Madre

I think I'll use this holiday to thank a few particular people for having faith in a kid who was once doomed to fail.

Happy Father's Day to you.


(for Will Troeller, Linda Cassidy, and Alfred Hunt who believed in me more than anyone ever has. My love, forever.)

Hometowns

My mom was adorable.


Lately I've been feeling a little jaded. Nothing serious. I just don't want it to get worse.

So, I've decided to move west via automobile and take my delicious time doing it. I have a time frame... whenever I get my next tax return. Early 2011.

There are two things I need:
a 35mm camera
a little bit of courage

a friend would be nice, too. Maybe one I haven't met yet.