Feb
8
Oak Grove Drive reflected.
psychic garage sale
Posts tagged photography
Jan
19
Highland Park, Los Angeles
Took a walk around the neighborhood.
Someone told me that there’s an old law that says you don’t need a building permit to build a barn in Highland Park. I have no idea if that’s true.
Love that window so much.
This too.
Future home of Ba Restaurant.
Drum set at Future Music.
Why haven’t I painted a landscape on the side of my mailbox yet?
Godlight over Glendale. It’s not nicknamed Jewelled City for nothing.
Jan
16
I found this photograph of the Vegas strip in the back of a book someone gave me and for awhile I thought I had taken it myself and misplaced it in the back of this book. This bothered me because I would have remembered finding it and putting it in the book in the first place.
Turns out I did not take the photo but I must have a photo just like it somewhere. Most people do.
That reminded me of this quote from Close To The Knives by David Wojnarowicz
“I used to wonder where the urge to photograph came from. I mean, there are literally billions of photographs of the Eiffel Tower spread all over the world by tourists with cameras. I imagine people sleep better at night having there tiny proofs of the existence of the eiffel tower in boxes underneath their beds.”
Well, I do actually feel better about something now. Whether it’s the validity of my memory or the proof of the existence of Vegas, I’m not sure.
Mar
18
The City of Reality, City of Shadows
…the most important reason for going from one place to another is to see what’s in between, and they took great pleasure in doing just that. Then one day someone discovered that if you walked as fast as possible and looked at nothing but your shoes you would arrive at your destination much more quickly. Soon everyone was doing it. They all rushed down the avenues and hurried along the boulevards seeing nothing of the wonders and beauties of their city as they went.
No one paid any attention to how things looked, and as they moved faster and faster everything grew uglier and dirtier, and as everything grew uglier and dirtier they moved faster and faster, and at last a very strange thing began to happen. Because nobody cared, the city slowly began to disappear. Day by day the buildings grew fainter and fainter, and the streets faded away, until at last it was entirely invisible. There was nothing to see at all.
The Phantom Tollbooth by Norton Juster
Photograph is from City of Shadows series by Alexey Titarenko
