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matthew, nantucket massachusetts. june 2008


how has it already been a whole year since this exact moment

the world outside new york city, here i come

funeral bouquet

nantucket, massachusetts. july 2008




two girls from faraway states descended on us like a blessing from God and now one of them is sleeping on our couch. the two girls i've been missing most lately falling from their coach buses as if it was unimportant, as if it didn't make my summer

oh you two, the rain today was so good because of you

a certain street in another state

nantucket, massachusetts. june 2008






i'll never be able to escape being from massachusetts. i was born there and began these last two decades there. i began there.



i will be a shrine to what i love.



on my street in manhattan there are leaves, the same exact leaves as in town on nantucket and when it's just sunny and still enough it becomes so fragrant exactly like the last twenty summers of my life

i'm getting a bit homesick and it makes me so happy
that i have a home

bicycle love

nantucket, massachusetts june 2008.




i've got me a bicycle crush and it's got me giddy

the most wonderful time

mashpee, massachusetts. may 2008


of the year.

things that can only be created from love and hate

kiwanis beach, upton mass. august 2008.





1. novels
2. baked goods
3. memorable summers
4.

in the final week

tuckernuck and nantucket islands, MA. july 2008






distillation produces 99.9% pure water.
and i'm about 75% water, and it's been a hot, hot summer.

i guess that means that i'm 74.925% pure.
getting there

far too long

franklin plaza, massachusetts. june 2008, 3:00 pm.



summer has been a lot of work and play, and i'm so sorry i haven't written or posted, so please come back, it won't happen again. seriously.

i finally have two weeks away from distraction in this little fishing house i've gotten to know so well over the last ten years. a heron just flew from the creek i can see from my window and i'm sunburnt and it's ten am and the heavy morning fog is just being burned off.

and it's so far from my job and my studies and my life that i can choose to care about it or not, and see it from way over here, miniature and easy. i guess that's the true function of a vacation. not to forget, but just to separate, and push all the war-pieces around on the war-board, carefree planning of the serious in the luxury of the round room, my arena these few square miles of sand and scrubby pine and mud and everything i love floating in the ocean. what a war-room. and the sun is out and the fog burned off and i'm gone to think about nothing i used to, everything i should.

grand prix

lost, massachusetts. june 2008, maybe 7 pm.



ages 2 - 13 yrs were purely books
ages 14 - 17 yrs were purely ricocheting madness


ages 18+
the years when i realize that the madness helps me read books from a lesser distance, but more importantly, that i can still read (and it gets me more choked up now)

and it's only may

mashpee, massachusetts. may 2008





every day i put my minutes in piles. the magic and perfect are growing, thank god.



but so are the piles that i put in my shoes, the ones that make me into a bigger, taller, better something. however uncomfortably.

suprsuprdwndn

great lawn, central park. manhattan. may 2008




found a roll of mystery unprocessed film in my car today. brought it to the one hour photo, and they handed back a stack of prints, all double exposures, unintentional. heavy heavy photographs of a summer that is very far away. if only a year.
my solid happiness is clashing pretty bad with just about everything around me, and it's making a mess of my hometown. new york please.
massachusetts is giving me a leadfoot and a heart murmur.


maybe as it should, actually.

alright

darkroom reclusiveness mostly

greenpoint, as always, april 2008


made it into my old high school's darkroom today. in a room that seems so friendly and unintimidating now - especially compared to what i've been working with this past year - i started thinking about all those study halls i spent silently clicking that expose key, hanging my face over the image examining the grain. awkwardly and inappropriately 14.
and i think to myself, yes.

i was so much more disciplined then. always been a downward curve, though-
and it seems that new york made me forget the powers of a peaceful darkroom. so maybe i can steal some good days before the building closes its doors for the season and my ideas of the self-improvement summer fade into books and big dinners and slow parties.

i think this is the last vacation before i'm supposed to become a real person.

NO EXIT

greenpoint, brooklyn, april 2008

my car lit on fire today. smoking from the steering wheel column.

coney island, 4/?/2008

when we went to coney island, getting off the train was like stepping into fall; the weather there is a total mystery, no matter what. it's just an anonymous corner of brooklyn to any and all weather stations.
the temperatures we found recorded were of prospect park, so deep within, slowly cooking itself in the sun.

amber

greenpoint, bklyn. april, evening

i take a lot of pictures with the confidence that i will remember peoples' faces forever (but i will)