What a strange vintage we are. Constantly needing to photograph each thing, each moment. What other species demands to self archive everything? The same information, experiences, places visually captured over and over again. What do we expect to learn from it; from taking a picture of it all?
Jan 27, 2015
Jan 23, 2015
Jan 22, 2015
My Hotel Kitchen
This
is what happens when you move into a resort hotel room and decide to live. Your
kitchen becomes a bar-sink and a hot plate.
Would
you believe I cook every night? Well not every, but more often than not I cook
out of this kitchen. I am not talking about hot pockets and microwavable
burritos. No, I am talking about meals. Take a closer look at that bowl. That’s
squash with chicken underneath. Its seasoned in soy sauce and left to marinate
for 5 mins. or so. After that you grab your fry pan, place it on-top of the
bowl, turn it over and leave it on the hot plate at high heat. For how long you
ask, until it almost starts to burn; you’ll smell it.
Then
stir-fry it and it’s all done.
So
what’s in my kitchen?
One
small hot plate
One
sink
Stupidly
huge refrigerator
A microwave
One
set of chopsticks
One
spoon
One knife- note the zip-tie holding it together, that's what you get for $2
One
plastic cutting board
One
Leatherman- for cutting limes for beer
One
shot glass
One Martine
shaker- usually used as a glass
One Red Robin metal cocktail glass
One
bowl
Soap
and sponge
Tumon, Guam
Jan 12, 2015
No Need For A Coat
Light-rainy-flurries. An eighty degree winter storm.
Winter in the tropics.
Foam-green-blue. A tropical ocean winter storm.
Winter in the tropics.
Jan 11, 2015
Jan 10, 2015
Knee deep green in January
Down the service trail I rode.
The younger me would have tried to storm through the stream bed. The older me saw the slight indentation and stopped. Yep, a muddy mess. Thankful I'm not stuck yet again.
From where I took this picture, a banana spider wove her web between two trees.
While she was small, her web was of storybook proportions. It made me wonder. In those early European forests, how large were the spiderwebs? How large were the spiders?
Nimitz Hill, Guam
Jan 7, 2015
The Pack
Yigo, down a narrow village road I ride alone. Quite,
nothing but houses and trees under dim sodium lamps. Then a fork in the road. A
right. The road narrows.
First a small dog. Then two larger dogs.
On my left! Three large dogs, all barking. Wait, three more ahead too?!
The road dead-ends. Three in front. Six behind.
I look ahead. Where was the alpha? Yes you, you with the mangy black coat. Lunge. Attack. I am waiting.
A lunge! A pop of the clutch and my bike lunges forward too. Surprised, my attacker falls back. Not a moment to spare. Turn the bike around.
They are regrouping. Charging up my rear. Here they come.
Loose rock road, let’s go!
An explosion of the throttle; my back-end kicks out. A volley of rocks rains back on the attackers.
Ahead, three more gearing up on my right side.
A narrow miss.
The road widens.
I've gotten away.
Jan 6, 2015
Jan 2, 2015
In January
Cold flakes on the ground
Flower peddles all around
Spring in January
Winter in January
Cold flakes on the ground
Flower peddles all around
Spring in January
Winter in January
-:unknown:
Flower peddles all around
Spring in January
Winter in January
Cold flakes on the ground
Flower peddles all around
Spring in January
Winter in January
-:unknown:
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