DOGS

Normally I don’t pay much attention to professional dogwalkers, but this guy was working some serious voodoo on the kids. Totally worth a look.

CART

Whenever I feel like complaining about work or how hard it is to make a living, all I need to do is see one of these guys to flick the OFF switch on that bullshit.

FIRE

Some kind of disturbance on the block seemed a lot more exciting than it actually was, though one of the firemen actually saved a cat.

GLAUCOMA

Some Palm Springs hotel shots from a couple months back from while there for Coachella. With my Canon SD950 it's almost impossible to get a blurry shot on purpose, and I've resorted to some sort of mystical, impossible-to-repeat set up using the macro feature that somehow tricked the autofocus. It's a nice technique with the right subject, and this retro establishment had a dreamy melancholy that evoked a sort of fictitious memory.

BERLIN: NOT EVEN ENOUGH.

Because I almost died and spent most of my time infirm and on a couch, I took only a smattering of photos, not even enough to really categorize so I just club them all together. Though I have to say I really like the long exposure I took one night from the balcony of the apartment we were at in Prenzlauer Berg.

ABSENT WEEKS. A LIST.

A trusted WiFi signal just disappeared over night and everything Changed just like that. Berlin without tears. Pneumonia with the coughing up of Blood. Hard Drive Crash with the loss of a few years work. Decisions and Reasons. Hope Davis on the F Train. A Dominicans neighborhood’s awful food. Dog owners who actually watch the shit come out of their dog’s asshole A feel-good Broadway musical about Washington Heights? The Punishment Box. Band Of Brothers. Paul Reubens in an old t-shirt and jeans drinking coffee with some friends at Great WiFi/ Shitty Coffee. The putrid horror of a garbage bag tower leaking festering juice on a hot sidewalk. A trip to another City. Highbridge Pool reopened. The decision to Leave.

TRAM

Another thing I did on my birthday while still in Palm Springs was ride the tram up to the top of Mt. San Jacinto, which kept reminding me of that song by Peter Gabriel. My dad told me I rode up this thing when I was three-years old and I remembered none of it.