marble frosted and a toasted with large coffee to share lots of cream and sugar to cover up and while sitting out on the planters the first time we saw a man carrying a tv made to sit down on the sidewalk with his legs stretched out straight in front of him and grass poking through hands-on-thighs while the pigs checked him and made him feel ashamed before a teenage mother waddled with tight round belly and a screaming fire behind her and an old drunken couple like two-by-fours shuffling back and forth stiff and supporting each other maneuvered their way around the cracks but the next time we stayed inside and i cried when you told me how you were trying really and you were going to make it i mean really big and a man with a huge bedsore on his head sat nearby and a lady with crusty eyeshadow and frail hands asked her husband to get her a cruller and to make her coffee light and sweet
that suddenly you’re in a completely different place, and, for instance, the rancid water that flows between the subway tracks looks and smells like a stream in the woods? and the feeling is so complete, like you’re hallucinating. and maybe it means that you need to change something… cassie reminded me of this today. which made me think of going places. and of places i’ve been. so i dug out these prints from last summer’s road trip.
being on the road for five weeks with my two sisters is in my top five for most liberating experiences. we hashed it out till we got to LA, almost bailed on each other while we were in LA, and had the time of our lives rest of the trip. especially after olivia joined us. we wandered drunkenly through Portland avec purple kneepad, had packing the car down to a science, hiked topless through glacier national park, stayed in a broken down residential campground where they had fresh cinnamon buns in the morning, swam in a glacial stream (that means it was zero degrees), saw the sun come out of the ground in yellowstone, watched old faithful, stayed with a park ranger who fed us tater tots in the morning and told us sad stories a la George Jones, saw a magenta patch in the sky, drove through yellowstone at night when it was foggy and looked like a strange enchanted land, saw a sign that said “feed you horse good” at the “Kum n’ Go…”
as for the three photos, i was only in these places for fleeting moments, but now it feels like i know them, maybe because i spent so much time staring at them while i was printing them. i have a whole box full of prints and will post them gradually.
things that happened in these places:
hill full of sheep making noises that sounded like people mocking me