It’s 5:43 p.m. central standard time on New Year’s Eve as I begin typing this. How was your year?Read More
after completing messes of men, the first part of my photography project inspired by mewithoutYou’s brother, sister, cranking the second part out was surprisingly easy. as part of this shoot i learned about betta fish and discovered just how many things cockle burrs can latch onto. [and how cold 40-degree weather can be — thanks…Read More
i’ve talked before about my love for mewithoutYou’s album brother, sister, and my desire to “illustrate” it, so to speak, through photography and other media. a desire four or five years in the making finally got off the ground last march when i did two shoots based on “messes of men,” the first song on…Read More
“october was a beautiful month at green gables, when the birches in the hollow turned as golden as sunshine and the maples behind the orchard were royal crimson and the wild cherry trees along the lane put on the loveliest shades of dark red and bronzy green, while the fields sunned themselves in the aftermaths.…Read More
the following photos illustrate the story of ingrid … but what precisely that story is remains for you to discover. innocence abroad and the gogglette bring you … the spy who stayed out in the cold.Read More
“we’re all carnies, though some people are in denial. they want to be above it all, above the mayhem of laughter and people and lights and animals and the dark sadness that lurks in the corners and beneath the rides and in the trailers after hours. so they ride the ferris wheel, and at the…Read More
Joy is not naivete. To be innocent is not to be ignorant. To rejoice in hope is to be a light in the darkness.Read More
the sun beats harshly on crenulated battlements
as a string of horsemen and camels approaches the gate.
the stony hills are shrouded in darkness, the shapes of shrub
and sheep and shepherd almost indistinguishable in the gloom.
a scrubby hillside, a tiny house, and a weary traveler
picking her way up the dusty path to the threshhold.
i won’t let go till you give me this poem!
but why am i writing it?
the beam of light illumines a face shrouded in shadow
it is a young face — oh, such a young face!
It’s hard sometimes, isn’t it, when all we can see are the shadows of things.Read More
This year has been … where shall I begin?Read More
Being a cathedral exposes your heart and your soul to everyone within earshot; being a mouse makes it easy to hide.Read More
Emmanuel — behold Him the Meek and Mighty, child the universe’s Maker come to what we have defiled Emmanuel — o praise Him the righteous Warrior wise He comes the fettered heart to free and none will He despise Emmanuel — adore Him the Shepherd tender, true He comes the broken to restore and make…Read More