Philadelphia — In this case, unlike any other at all. His affect was particular. Adrift, spaced-cadet, attuned to some ethereal broadcast unheard by the rest of us all; I do not know. His eyes were a light enough shade of blue to look astonished, his bartender blacks recently retrieved from what I would guess to be a fairly well-strewn apartment floor, and his dark hair was wet down in a way that suggested a rap...
Philadelphia — Final Days of Summer. Underneath the Benjamin Franklin Bridge. No shelter from the hot afternoon sun. Parched. At least the occasional breeze brought some relief. The river kindly offered, “I’ve water...
Philadelphia — at least 9 ways.
Philadelphia — There is such power in these legs of mine. I feel it course through the muscles, pulse along the tendons. It is momentous, this power, its motion always forward, always upward. I feel it hum down the ...
I'm glad elephants don't fly
There is such power in these legs of mine.
Meeting Commander AJ for the first time at the #ASCENDsummit2014.
Share Your Work
around 1100: along the schuykill river park
This shows why many among us become city-dwellers; turn the corner and this is the alley.
It's been such a long journey I almost forgot about this place, where the sounds and smells of the urban adventure disappear into the cresting waves. My baptismal hideaway.
Waiting to board our flight to Madrid, the city we keep returning to.
'Cher' Buffet- Philly' Style
There are a few perfect bartenders in this world, each one unlike the others.
Cafelocation: Green Line on 15th, in Philadelphia. Barista knows a lot about video, and gave a guy a free banana.
Gasping at Architecture
Librarians are working ceaselessly on your behalf. This is from a grass-roots planning session for a national print preservation effort.
Makrolon TG, stuff of Amtrak windows, another example of metadata hiding in plain sight. http://www.plastics.bayer.com/Products/Makrolon.aspx
milk and cereal
At home in Philadelphia
When "I am trying to break your heart" came out, I was moving back to Telluride, Colorado
Riding the train to New York City is space between worlds, a quiet speed and umber.
something about autumn that makes all day feels like a crisp early morning. refreshing.
Halloween night, and it's dead outside!
oh thou great white wall! how many ways may my eyes gaze upon thee?
Alberto Caeiro (Fernando Pessoa), Complete poems
artist pigment suspended between oil and water
oh, morning glory!
property on south and 17th streets, philadelphia, pa, oil on panel, 8 by 10 inches, 2013
These cats are really into Eugene's blanket. I'm glad I get to keep my own.
Tornado warning today. Need to go to UPS anyway. Hoping no Wizard of Oz nonsense happens.
Teddy has found some nesting boxes.
Ever since seeing him live, Wilco hasn't stopped playing at my desk at work.
Sitting at my desk quietly lets me know how loud my watch can be.
Miles Davis from my newly backlit desk. Internetting vs. Game of Thrones reading is my biggest choice...
Stop one: Philadelphia. The LED warns of monsters.
we miss you Julia!
masons of ...
It's amazing what they allow to be driven on public roads in the US
RTO+P dev team / Über ice cream action shot
The sun is taking over Philadelphia
Hot. Like breathing your own breath hot!
On the train from New York City to D.C. watching the light turn pink and blue.
What is art: A Letter from Ansel Adams to Cedric Wright
This is a photo of Monte Carlo at night, taken from the deck of our cruise ship, the Silver Shadow.
My kind of landscape.
Gabe is a cow,I don't know how.He says meow.He has no brow with no vow,he must leave now and go help to plow.