two pieces in desert hot springs for the desert x exhibition.
black rock canyon
a morning exploring the black rock canyon area of joshua tree national park. this is a lesser known part of the park & though the campground is usually busy, it’s less packed than the main entrances.
kitty
born 1889, minnesota
she never married &
instead worked
house maid
hotel maid
the places they let
us be. each census
a row under a man’s
name until
san francisco &
”head of household”
scrawled beside
still a maid but now
on her own line.
poem-ing a day
about a month ago I decided to restart my poem-a-day project. I felt the poetry muscle atrophy & wanted to flex some creativity again, even in just some small way. being in the desert makes me think about the world, & art, & appreciate the little things – like the way the creosote sways in the wind or how the ravens call to each other to warn of coyotes – so I wanted to try again to find an outlet for that.
find the poems here or follow my instagram.
the good stuff
woke up this morning pre-dawn when something triggered the motion light on my laundry room. peeked between the curtain to find enormous wet flakes of snow racing towards the earth. everything stretching out into the darkness covered in a layer of sopping white.
before the storms
tuesday morning I was woken up at dawn by my power going out. as I peeked out my window I saw that it was raining, my first rain as a resident of the mojave. I didn’t yet know what the coming days would have in store for my friends in la, but the rainy sunrise was beautiful.
life out here
adjusting to a slower life out in the desert country. feeding the wild birds, putting water out for the coyotes, & peanuts for the ravens. hummingbirds circle my house all day, their wings a low buzz.
almost every night I sit out in the dirt circle that serves as my driveway to watch the sunset. the mountains of the san bernardino national forest swallow the sun every night, sometimes crowned in clouds glowing orange or pink.
weather on the mesa
turbulent skies & songbirds in the mojave today.
on going away
leaving where
ever you've been
a home is a bee
with bright eyes &
lips of pollen
succulent & water
heavy like dreams
pavement to sand
stars to stars
somehow the leaving
hovers unreal
until there's no
going
back
hoping to get weirder
i think i should get weirder, 2024
help our sea
the way
in april I walked 116km across spain on the camino de santiago. true to my dedication to the shitty camcorder, I brought it along to capture the experience. long live camcorder vids!
joshua trees
another afternoon spent in joshua tree national park, this time with my 2010 nikon coolpix p7000.
the built in nd filter on this camera is really nice for days spent in the desert.
happy birthday madam president
of course I didn’t forget my 2024 birthday pictures! this year was inspired by bert stern’s iconic photos of marilyn monroe & shot on my ricoh cx3 digicam.
hi there scotty
spent a january morning in death valley national park touring scotty's castle with the national park service & my camcorder. also known as death valley ranch, the expansive former residence has been closed for repairs since 2015.
florida hotel grounds
spent a few days in orlando for work & while florida is not high on my list of favourite states a walk around the resort grounds with my digicam one afternoon did make things seem a little better.
another one bites the dust
despite the plethora of injuries I’ve had the last year I managed to finish my third la marathon on sunday. it was frankly excruciating & I had to limp along after mile 20 but I did it. I mean, I had to get the shamrock medal!
you can follow my running/fitness instagram to keep up with my outdoor & running pursuits.
digi in the dusk
took my latest digicam on a drive through joshua tree national park in the late afternoon sun as storm clouds rolled in.
I’ve been having a lot of fun with the ricoh cx3’s “high contrast black & white” setting & I can’t wait to have some bright southern california spring days to play with.
february / march 2024 poem for aaron bushnell
I don’t need a gun
I need the dark thick pit
curling around my stomach
to bloom into sweet lilies
I don’t need a gun
I need the stitches you’ve sewn
across your eyes to melt
under the heat of children’s blood
I don’t need a gun
I need the weeping
the wet hollowed wailing
to stop
hollywood details
my streak of buying old digital cameras continues...
spent an hour walking around hollywood testing out the latest digicam I’ve added to my collection, the nikon coolpix p7000 which was originally released in 2010. so far I’m finding this little thing pretty fun & I’m excited to experiment more with the build in ND filter & the full manual controls.