Showing posts with label white. Show all posts
Showing posts with label white. Show all posts

hüzün

Thursday, March 26, 2009 | |


hüzün II



hüzün I



hüzün IV



hüzün III



hüzün VI



hüzün V



hüzün VII
hudson river, manhattan 1.09.




somehow there seems to be a word in every language for that feeling no one has quite the right word for



hüzün in turkish
ennui in french or college



i want to know every word for that particular feeling we just can't understand
if you know,
please,tell me




the wait

Wednesday, March 4, 2009 | |

peek a boo
self, manhattan 2.09.


waiting on the one-hour-photo machine to be fixed. for once i have more writing than photographs. just waiting on it. it's as if i don't have to strain to hear or know anything anymore. it all greets me all good morning elise, nice to see you today. let me tell you about myself. i'll make it easy for you to listen. and i say thank you


heavy heavy

Tuesday, January 13, 2009 | |

kevin
kevin; alpharetta, georgia. january 2009.


that last thought there was getting a little too heavy for comfort so here's a teddy bear on a grown man's face in the afternoon

maybe she will if you ask her

Sunday, January 11, 2009 | |


after holiday
milford, massachusetts. 12.08



i took this picture out the window of my car, killing the end of the roll before the trip that took the last two weeks. i'm finally back home and i've been greeted with a night of old friends in a dimly lit room, and a foot of snow, and food poisoning. i'm homebound now. my father is shoveling the stairs and it sounds like an avalanche.

i have no idea what to feel homesick towards anymore. i miss the morning light through my window in the city and waking up to find that i kicked my windowsill herbs in the night, and the room smells like peppermint; i miss having fewer things around me. my room here has become a depot, sedimentary rock of my entire life. i've never not lived in this room. there is dust from me that is as old as me. there are books older than me. i found a notebook today that chronicled my thoughts when my hamster died; each letter is an inch tall and the paper is wrinkled by kid-tears.

the pilgrimage south was more than i could have ever imagined it to be. expect photos soon, as soon as i can leave the house to get some film processed. but two things:

1. i love america
2. america makes me love massachusetts so much more.

back soon. my sickness is channeling the weather gods and keeping me inside.

i love new england more than places i haven't even been yet

Friday, December 26, 2008 | |


driving in second gear
massachusetts, 12.21.08




because times like these happen so often it's as if massachusetts thinks it's normal

the first night

Tuesday, December 23, 2008 | |


dusk
brother
nate, massachusetts. 12.22.08




it was dusk and we
knew at that moment that we
would survive, twig us



because nate was a snow centaur, the head and hands of the entire earth


7 a.m.

Sunday, December 14, 2008 | |




the apartment, december 2008.





you're calling so early in the morning, winter



delicates

Tuesday, August 26, 2008 | |


delicates
home, august 2008




back from europe barely an hour ago. boston dublin barcelona amsterdam belgium paris dublin boston, i think my mind was left somewhere back there because the jet lag is killing me. maybe it's true what that one woman said, planes just move too fast for the human heart to keep up with.

just got to do some laundry- figuratively, literally- before my big move back to the city.

at this rate my heart will be lost.
FOREVER







real but not live




implicated