Cascada Gozalandia—San Sebastián, Puerto Rico—Polaroid 600
#photography
January 2025
"NUESTRA BODA"—Handmade mundillo lace handkerchief—Moca, Puerto Rico
January 2025
In his text "Myths to Live By," Joseph Campbell compares the home to a marsupial pouch—a second womb of sorts where human young are nourished and protected until they become self-sufficient (quite unlike most other mammals, who are born "complete" and who achieve independence in a matter of days/weeks rather than years/decades).
Cold, wet hours invoke a sense of vulnerability regardless of life stage, I think. It feels apt, then, to spend them curled up in the hidden organs of one's own realm—warm, held, evolving!
#journal
November 2024
For the first time in a while, I saw a wild rabbit on my walk home. I knew that I was about to because of the way something in the air always shifts in the moments before. And they seem to appear to me in periods of stuckness of some kind, in times when I'm looking for guidance.
Being the way that I am, then, I call it a sign. While I recognize this as an interpretive liberty I take in order to help me better navigate the present (as is the role of any narrative), this creature that has revealed itself next to me and whose presence I can prophesy these days feels undeniably pertinent—a divine intervention, surely.
I follow the rabbit into the depths of the thing!
#journal
October 2024
Lizard skin from the lace and textile museum and a gifted pouch of gold, frankincense, and myrrh—Berkeley, CA
Rest easy, special friend and most deeply mesmerizing being. Some relics from the day Fable and I first met.
#journal
August 2024
Luggage claim tag—Hotel Grand Stark—Portland, OR
#ephemera
August 2024
Tell it to the bees.
My father keeps honeybees and I sit with them whenever I return home. To "tell it to the bees" is an ancient tradition where the hives are told of new loves, losses, departures, returns, and other important happenings in a keeper's household.
I whisper to them about ripe desire, suffering with heart, and the relief of epiphany. The world blooms, and there is nectar.
#journal
August 2024
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July 2024
Evanston, IL
#self
July 2024
From my collection of vintage prayer cards
#ephemera
July 2024
Key card sleeve—Chicago Athletic Association—Chicago, IL
#ephemera #sw
July 2024
New Buffalo, MI
June 2024
Travel notes from a client
#ephemera #sw
May 2024
The Siren—Detroit, MI
#photography #self
May 2024
Bartender napkin notes—Candy Bar—Detroit, MI
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March 2024
Key card sleeve—The Siren—Detroit, MI
#ephemera #sw
May 2024
Drawing from a client
#letters #sw
May 2024
Harbor Grand—New Buffalo, MI
Eternally pierced with devotion, inspired by deepest desire, ruled by innermost passions—
Our dear Bataille speaks of the "violence of rapture before the beloved" and what else is there really, but the humble surrender to that which is great and dynamic and beautiful?
I always feel this most presently on my birth day, which is each year a reminder to renew a deep courtship with wonder, to be ceaseless in curiosity, to be brave, to cling to something real and pure, to open the heart and breathe through it.
#journal #photography #self
May 2024
Birthday card from a client
#letters #sw
May 2024
Spring in Chicago is so delicious and charged with lush beginnings. My whole world is new and full of bluebells and silver maples and wild rabbits and spring ephemerals, all fairytale-like. Life right now mostly involves many beautiful strangers and anything worthwhile starts out that way, as a seed or a spark.
But moving eastward is very strange. The ecology is completely different and I feel vaguely out of sorts in a primal way. The air feels foreign. Spring doesn't quite feel like spring because it lacks the flora and fauna of my landscape. There are no quail or California poppies or wildflowers of the great west where I would normally turn to them for comfort and friendship.
I returned home for a brief visit last week and was met with kaleidoscopic waves of nostalgia with each bar of golden afternoon light, in the breath of sea mist in a yellow field, on the caress of the wind at sunset.
The petrichor of home has a singular resinous musk that is sunk deep into our ways of knowing—I do not take lightly what it means to be able to take peaceful refuge in the lands where I was born.
Blessed Beltane, and may the flames of resistance in all realms continue to swell.
#journal
May 2024
Amtrak—somewhere in the Great Plains
Things are happening hard and fast and I do my best to revel in the throes of it all. Not as a stratagem, but with a sincerity born out of surrender.
Because I'm prone to the most excessive dreaming, I imagine things. Sometimes I can't tell what is a premonition and what is just an urge or a grand romanticism—though they've always felt one and the same to me.
Welcoming yet another brand new lifetime this week, born of a whim and a question and a great lust of spirit. Again and again! Always!
#journal
March 2024
Luggage claim tag—Amtrak's Empire Builder from Portland, OR to Chicago, IL
#ephemera
March 2024
Vintage ephemera found inside my parlor organ
#ephemera
March 2024
Note from a client
#letters #sw
February 2024
San Francisco, CA—35mm
Saying farewell for now to SF in just a month or so.
Already feeling so much grief and love and gratitude for this little space that has felt like my first true home. These walls that know my most solemn secrets and the floorboards that have held me and moaned alongside my own sorrows and pleasures. The glory of the sea and the sky and the orange glow in the parlor just before the most sublime sunsets I've ever seen. The very best shadows. The wise oak trees that raised me in childhood. The corners where I sit on the floor and weep and know that if nothing else, the bones of the place will have my back. Fortress, fairy castle, finest refuge.
The great maelstrom of going and going back! Treasuring every small moment here these next weeks, however strange and restless.
#home #journal
December 2023
San Francisco, CA—35mm
#home
December 2023
Jenner, CA
August 2023
Key card sleeve—Hotel Clermont—Atlanta, GA
#ephemera #sw
August 2023
Los Angeles, CA
#self
July 2023
Matchbook—The Rumpus Room—San Francisco, CA
#ephemera #sw
June 2023
Taos, NM
February 2023
Ocean Beach—San Francisco, CA—by M on 35mm
February 2023
Fern Canyon—Humboldt County, CA
#sw
December 2022
Letter excerpt
#letters
October 2022
Receipt—San Francisco, CA
#ephemera
August 2022
Portland, OR—35mm
#self
July 2022
Self-portrait
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May 2022
Death Valley, CA—35mm
#photography #sw
January 2022
Death Valley, CA
#photography #sw
January 2022
New York City, NY
#ceilings
December 2021
Chicago, IL—35mm
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November 2021
Evermore Guesthouse—Portland, OR—Polaroid 600
#self
September 2021
Evermore Guesthouse—Portland, OR—35mm
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September 2021
Evermore Guesthouse—Portland, OR—Polaroid 600
#self
September 2021
Evermore Guesthouse—Portland, OR—35mm
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September 2021
Petite Auberge—San Francisco, CA
#sw
August 2021
Half Moon Bay, CA—35mm
Rilke calls the divine "the great homesickness we could never shake off" and that's forever the sea and California to me.
#journal #photography
July 2021
Half Moon Bay, CA—35mm
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July 2021
Mill Rose Inn—Half Moon Bay, CA—Polaroid 600
#photography
July 2021
Whore's Picnic
#sw
June 2021
Portland, OR—35mm
#self #sw
December 2020
Portland, OR—35mm
#self #sw
December 2020
Pythia
#cats
October 2020
Desire
#self #sw
September 2020
Untitled
#misc works #photography
May 2019
"DREAMBOMB" comic
#misc works
May 2019
Untitled
#photography
May 2019
Basin Pond, ME—35mm
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June 2013
INTRODUCTION
Social media has always existed for me as an archive of musings and moments, their colors and textures, and the rich tapestry of feeling that I am best attuned to when I'm collecting and arranging and spanning the truth of different narratives. I do my best to accept that I don't need to understand everything, in a general sense—a hard lesson for someone who loves the beauty of wise words. But I've always respected the mystery of ambiguity in the right context, and I delight in a storyscape that holds things close and requires reciprocity—doubly luminous and enigmatic like all the best things are.
As the internet shifts and changes in ways that are often unsettling, I've been curious about the idea of using simple HTML websites as a kind of independent alternative/supplement to social media and have been fiddling around with a sort of personal archive with these things in mind.
I've coded this blog from scratch and it's independently hosted online. I'm sharing the beginnings of the project here in the spirit of exploration and out of belief in the potential spaces like this to encourage creativity and imagination and play in the way we connect and share our stories with each other.
What if there were historic landmarks made of code and sacred monuments in the aether?
#journal
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