Landscape

The sky's arms open to embrace me, so small plodding across the Queensboro Bridge.

New york — What pleasure it is, to live within walking distance of work. Of course, my definition of “walking distance” may not be the same as yours; I traverse three and a half miles, and I’m happy doing it, wa...

salvage, car culture, sculpture

Teenage Wasteland, Empire Drive-In

New york — When I was very small, my mom and dad would pack my brother and I into the car, with snacks and sleeping bags and all-sorts, and then we would drive beyond the fringes of our Oregon suburb, miles and ...

Jimbo's Hamburger Place

New york — I walk by Jimbo’s most days on my way to work, awkwardly peeking in at the clusters of men hunched over egg sandwiches at the counter. Some read newspapers. A few stools sit unoccupied. I’d never sto...