lost roll.

The happiest accident in the world is misplacing a roll of film and finding it two and a half years later. A first trip to London. A first trip to Joshua Tree. A first trip to Ojai. A world in black and white and light leaks. A roll devoid of another human, so it looks a little bit […]

ermines.

I wake up from a strange dream. There’s a mattress covered in blood, and I check my own bed to make sure I wasn’t murdered in my sleep. In the dream, an old woman was stabbed. For three nights she had hallucinations, black ermines wrapped around her throat, clawing her skin. I was the only […]

the quiraing.

The other week I wrote about impossible places and listed the Quiraing among them. That night I had a dream I flew back to Scotland. I landed in the grey and green streets of Edinburgh. I met a friend for tea. I’ve been back in the states just over two months. My time has been filled […]

these three things/ big ben in black and white.

(Extra: see the latest issue of Sister Magazine for one of my old New York film photographs. They’re doing some lovely things over there.) photographs taken with a Canon 60D of Big Ben in London, England.

twenty-four weeks gone.

We landed in London to grey skies and left it in wind and the first small flakes of snow. It’s snowing in Edinburgh, too, says my friend on Facebook. It’s the first proper snow, although I’m not sure how much of it is supposed to stick. My visit to London was quick. We arrived on […]