Monday, September 6, 2010


Summer has gone by and did so quickly. Jacket season is at our heels and the timing is perfect. One thing that you won't find in the rest of the country is a Midwest autumn. The backyard fires, the taste of cider, the assorted gourds found on every porch, the search for a hayride before the sun sets. It's a bittersweet season, a waiting game in a lot of ways. Time to squeeze in any last travels and look back on the ones from months past.

Elkhart Lake, Wisconsin. Late July. One of my oldest and truest friends Sarah and I traveled North, despite depleted funds.


Town theatre.

Train station turned antique store. Old meets older.

Maybe by the year 2200 my family photos will be old enough to make art.

What's an apron?

No matter the size, every town has trinkets.

"We have learned so much from your culture, I wish you had taken something from ours."

Halfway through our stay, Sarah and I found ourselves immersed in a Wisconsin downpour. With camera and shopping bags strapped, we headed blindly through the country with a brochure for a "Native American Artifacts Museum" on the dash. 20 minutes later and at the top of a winding hill, a sign warned us to enter with peaceful minds because we were coming onto a sacred land.

A family owned the land. The drawing above was modeled after an incident that happened to the current owner's grandfather who had purchased the land to farm. His horse was plowing at the top of a hill when the land crumbled into itself, exposing an Indian burial ground of 20 skeletons, previously undiscovered. The grandfather called in archaeologists who then dug further only to find a tomb in the belly of the hill. The tomb was encased in wood logs, and inside the logs were 40 skeletons, posed at a round table, with a two foot conch shell at the center point of the table. The skeletons were hundreds of years old and the meaning of the ritual burial was never determined.

After hearing this man's stories I asked to take his photo, and he had his granddaughter step in. This room was filled with thousands of Native American tools found on his land, dating back 500 years. This man lives surrounded by artifacts from a different time, created by people who lost in a quiet war against the modern world. It's places like these, tucked into the back pockets of small town America, that create feelings you can't find in a crowded consumer's city.


Indiana, Summer long.

Always smiling in cowboy boots.

There are always disagreements in friendships. Pictured: cat compassion.

Larry came to our house and made a vegetarian feast. I miss you, friend.

Waiting, starving.

We had a girls' day. Sex and the City 2 may have been involved.

My mom hates having her photo taken.


On one of these rolls I found two gems from a winter past, when the Southwest called and we answered readily.

More photos coming, more stories coming, more odes to friends, more plans and more actions taken...

Friday, May 14, 2010

some old words to start a new night

start 39,150, 200 to indy. hot and sweaty after seein lou reed with goosebumps and butterflies.

family on the porch. flashback hangs circa 2004. hearts of gold and a soundtrack of crickets.

65s, just over 39,500, to nashville. heavily forested surroundings. like the road has been paved for us through untraveled land. two miles to elizabethtown, bluegrass parkway sounds about right to me. gotta stop to take a snap of the laide. second fill up stop.

johnny cash's face on the wall and the smell of rock n roll in the air. i wouldn't mind living in these parts of the usa.

burgess falls: get on 440 to the right. exit west end LEFT start following the 1 turning into 100 LEFT on natchez

under the texas sun, overcome by heat and exhaustion and flying past billboards of american flags and exclamations to protect your gun rights. get me out of this heat.

graves in new orleans raised above ground cause the land is too wet the bodies would rise out of the ground if they were buried.

the green in oklahoma isn't as pretty as pretty as that on the natchez but i haven't seen red soil like this since sedona's red mountains.

the cheese is old and moldy. el queso shit.

(i found all this on my phone.)


Sunday, April 4, 2010

Tuesday, March 30, 2010

pictures photos snapshots

indianapolis =

my counterpart

the other man who holds my heart

red man, rick n roll!!

not enough bike riding...
Photobucket !!!!!

Photobucket !!!!!

a welcoming home with one jumpy dog and lots of trinckets

reunited and it feels so good...

65south means too much g n r. that's rick back there!


favorite bridge

the warmest home, so much fawbush love

too much tula, not enough time


greetings from...
bardstown road!

until next time, my friends.
lots of love, always

Friday, March 26, 2010

back by popular demand! (sort of)

oh the terror! i had forgotten the password to our account! it has been that long....

my pocket has become too empty to pay for developing photos, but a photo update will follow shortly.

though the skinny spring break trip was shortened (mileage not time), good times were still had in the company of friends. indianapolis swallowed us to its depths in exchange for time spent with our loves, and lousiville delivered us sunshine for the wind to blow through our hairs.
the haunting itch of wanting to drive further from home and away from the bittersweet cold of chicago's endless winter is only relieved upon viewing the city's breathtaking skyline and stepping into my humble apartment one more time. packing on the miles (although its only a few here and there) is the finest way to add more cities to the list of future travels.


Sunday, March 21, 2010

We've been blowing it, yes. But we are making a comeback. One with staying power. Check back.

Friday, November 6, 2009