May
Day One Hundred And Seven
Delicate May 1st, 2017
Dry grass sways delicately in the waterlogged mud. Slowly growing. Today is the first day of my birthday month and marks my first trip on my kayak of 2017.
Day One Hundred And Eight
Stones May 2nd, 2017
"Everything becomes magnified at night. Sounds travel in a different way, it's dark, and everything seems far more spooky."
-Jo Brand
I love every bit of this.
Day One Hundred And Nine
Thoughts May 3rd, 2017
Like a lot of people, I feel like I was born in the wrong era. Well actually let me rephrase this I wish I could have had similar experiences as past eras. This is an almost a romantic idea. The era I would like to at least have experienced is the 70s into the 80s. A change of music, technology, art, fashion. This time is attractive to me. A time before the annoying "convenience" of smartphones and knowing where everyone is all the time. The anxiety associated with this. But with all the shit going on in 2017: Trump, severe global warming, multi-faceted terrorism, continuing threats from Kim Jong Un, looming fears toward Putin and Russia not dissimilar to that of the Cold War. I am happy to be here during this time. Every era has their shit. I just hope that this one along with the future has double the good than the shit.
Day One Hundred And Ten
Art May 4th, 2017
This well-made painting seems out of place nailed to a telephone pole between a suburban neighborhood and a small forest. Exposed to the elements and individuals who would rather destroy it than enjoy it.
I think this is beautiful and needs to be seen.
Day One Hundred And Eleven
Ink May 5th, 2017
Ink dripping across creating form and meaning. This is a close-up to an illustration which rests above my bed. The illustration shows a man standing tall and stern. Red speckled across a mainly black ink image. This illustration was created by a skilled artist I knew back at school. Kim.
Day One Hundred And Twelve
Tunnel May 6th, 2017
A tunnel to nowhere. Old stone. Cobwebs. A rusted metal beam. What could be on the otherside?
Day One Hundred And Thirteen
Skipping Stones May 7th, 2017
Smooth dark stones bounce together as the fast water pulls and mixes everything. Crashing with a rhymic tone. Which makes me want to rest my mind.
Day One Hundred And Fourteen
New Day May 8th, 2017
I did not sleep last night. I got really into the second season of a show. I just decided to stick with it. Fighting the stinging of my eyes. I finished the show at about 4:30 am. At this point I was awake. I decided that I might as well see the light from the sunrise. The golden hour. I stood at a local pond, watching a deer who just watched amusingly toward me. The light pierced delicately through the dark branches and leaves. A new day.
Day One Hundred And Fifteen
Edith May 9th, 2017
As I post this photo I am listening to an eerie and moving melody. It is Edith's theme for the beautiful game. "What Remain's of Edith Finch". Its piano tones, relating to dreams and nightmares, life and death flow seamlessly. Speaking to me.
It sounds like my theme.
On a separate note, I really love the name, Edith.
Day One Hundred And Sixteen
Trespassing May 10th, 2017
When I sit down and take the time to look at each photograph and read each line it feels like how it must feel to find an old diary. When I see each photograph I am sent back into my memories. Stuff I thought was beautiful at the time. Stuff I wanted to say without being verbal. I don't know if any of this will make sense to an outsider. But to me. It all makes sense.
Day One Hundred And Seventeen
Super Sealer May 11th, 2017
I hope that when I look back that my story is beautiful. That I was happy. That I lived through my imagination. That I lived.
Day One Hundred And Eighteen
Wish May 12th, 2017
I remember blowing dandelions with you. Watching the seedlings like white umbrellas dancing through the breeze. Hoping for wishes to come true.
Day One Hundred And Nineteen
Reflection May 13th, 2017
"My role in society, or any artist's or poet's role, is to try and express what we all feel. Not to tell people how to feel. Not as a preacher, not as a leader, but as a reflection of us all."
-John Lennon
Day One Hundred And Twenty
Mother's Day May 14th, 2017
"My mom has made it possible for me to be who I am. Our family is everything. Her greatest skill was encouraging me to find my own person and own independence."
-Charlize Theron
Day One Hundred And Twenty One
Wrinkles May 15th, 2017
I am getting old. How could I complain?
Day One Hundred And Twenty Two
Rastafarian Celery May 16th, 2017
My mission in life is not merely to survive, but to thrive; and to do so with some passion, some compassion, some humor, and some style.
-Maya Angelou
Day One Hundred And Twenty Three
Critter May 17th, 2017
I really like squirrels. They used to be my favorite animal when I was younger. I always thought they were cute and playful.
Day One Hundred And Twenty Four
The Last Summer May 18th, 2017
A relic from an older time. Fun days in the sun. Splashing through the bay. Poison ivy. Dog days. Pinwheels. Dandelions. Cloud art. Bamboo rods. Sleepy warm nights. Bonfires. Just another summer.
Day One Hundred And Twenty Five
Warm Nights May 19th, 2017
Let us see what develops.
Day One Hundred And Twenty Six
Flames May 20th, 2017
"I don't share my thoughts because I think it will change the minds of people who think differently.
I share my thoughts to show people who already think like me that they're not alone."
-Ola Betiku
Day One Hundred And Twenty Seven
Questions May 21st, 2017
Photography is one of the only ways I can show others the world I see. A story without words.
Day One Hundred And Twenty Eight
Sea Monster May 22nd, 2017
“Whoever fights monsters should see to it that in the process he does not become a monster. And if you gaze long enough into an abyss, the abyss will gaze back into you.”
Day One Hundred And Twenty Nine
Dizzy May 23rd, 2017
I don't understand why this so dizzy to look at. It is sickening.
Day One Hundred And Thirty
Dolls May 24th, 2017
Pediophobia: the unwarranted, irrational and persistent fear or worry of dolls.
Day One Hundred And Thirty One
Darkness May 25th, 2017
Nyctophobia: derived from Greek ‘Nyctus ‘meaning night or darkness and Phobos which means deep fear or dread.
Day One Hundred And Thirty Two
Kate Mick May 26th, 2017
Long nights at the local music venue in Warren, RI. Wonderful show by the beautiful and talented Kate Mick.
Day One Hundred And Thirty Three
Glowing Embers May 27th, 2017
"Sometimes, a flame can be utterly extinguished. Sometimes, a flame can shrink and waver, but sometimes a flame refuses to go out. It flares up from the faintest ember to illuminate the darkness, to burn in spite of overwhelming odds."
-Karen Hesse
Day One Hundred And Thirty Four
Tall Grass May 28th, 2017
"Squeaky swings and tall grass
The longest shadows ever cast
The water's warm and children swim
And we frolicked about in our summer skin
I don't recall a single care
Just greenery and humid air
Then Labor day came and went
And we shed what was left of our summer skin
On the night you left I came over
And we peeled the freckles from our shoulders
Our brand new coats so flushed and pink
And I knew your heart I couldn't win
Cause the season's change was a conduit
And we left our love in our summer skin"
-Summer Skin- Death Cab for Cutie
Day One Hundred And Thirty Five
Growth May 29th, 2017
"What is a weed? A plant whose virtues have never been discovered."
-Ralph Waldo Emerson
Day One Hundred And Thirty Six
Rustic May 30th, 2017
A warm breeze passes by slowly. A flag swirls as flower's dance. The rusty and dirty deck sits welcoming many guests. Ghostly children laughing as they play. Moving slowly through time like the warm breeze.
Day One Hundred And Thirty Seven
Birthday May 31st, 2017
Today is my 26th birthday. Previous to this day I had a couple of ideas for the photograph. I originally planned to photograph on a lonely and depressing scene; presenting me sitting at my kitchen table. A small cake with a candle in it, burns. I am hovering over the flame, lighting my face. In the kitchen around me floats balloons; pressing against the ceiling. It was supposed to show me alone and unhappy. I had no plans prior to my birthday. It also doesn't help that I only have a few friends near me. But the truth is, despite this. I had a pretty decent day. With a bit of oats. I felt goofy and weird. So here you are world, my birthday photo.