analog collages from my notebook.
made at the monthly collage club at corner 62 in twentynine palms.
for the love of rocks
in photography, hiking
wandering around joshua tree with a toy lens.
notes
in paper
journal entries from the american west.
get in loser we're making poems
a printable poetry mad-lib zine for my newsletter.
here’s my completed copy:
forever
in visual art, poetry, paper
happy holidays
in admin / news
happy solstice from the raymond gang.
mother mother
in collage, visual art
lil digital collage.
monet clouds
in digicam
turbulent skies on my old sony bloggie.
poetry happy hour at 29 palms book festival
in poetry
read some poems from the poem-a-day project at the poetry happy hour as part of the 29 palms book festival this past weekend. since I’ve been experimenting with vintage tech & physical media, I recorded my session on my “new” panasonic slim line tape recorder.
thinking out loud: the humanities are more important for stem than ever
thinking out loud: ai is not accessibility
sometimes I think out loud on my instagram stories & I thought maybe I’d post them here too.
quiet nights
in photography
just quietly living life out here in the mojave.
dance the planets
in digicam
digicam moments from dance mojave’s performance of “the planets” at the 29 palms observatory this weekend.
shot on my ricoh cx3
greens
in diary
the thing about the high desert is it’s so incredibly green — when the conditions are right. it’s not the same type of green as a forest or a woodland, but it is green.
the desert greens have huge variety & are interspersed with seemingly brittle sticks & blooming yellow flowers. why are almost all the flowers in the desert yellow? maybe it’s another way of worshiping the sun.
the greens run from the cool almost blue hues of a cactus to the deep shade of the honey mesquite exploding in growth & everything in between.
x
in digicam, explore, visual art
two pieces in desert hot springs for the desert x exhibition.
black rock canyon
in digicam, hiking, photography
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
in diary, photography
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
in photography, diary
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.