1. ♫ rowing along ♫ among the reeds ♫ among the rushes ♫
    ♫ I heard your song ♫ before my heart ♫ had time to hush it ♫

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  2. A photo prompted by the armpit hair accumulated from sheer neglectful laziness and you can’t even tell it’s there.

    I never should have updated to the most recent flickr app, holy shit is it awful.

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  3. Finale: 16/52 
    Manual focus.


    I have been largely absent from photography things, distracting myself from all of last year’s pictures that bring me too much sadness to touch.

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  4. finchdown:

    Happy Saturday.  


    Three years ago on this day, you died. 

    I have all these odd photos of the days, but I still have a hard time finding the words.


  5. Progress: Two more hours, sandy greens and reds and purples.

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  6. drowning in a milky white bath

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  7. godsgirls:


    This set I shot of my homegirl is live on godsgirls today!


  8. lastgreatpoolparty:

    "The sky was a bread roll, soaking in a [punch bowl]."

    A couple weeks ago I took a break from working on my thesis to visit finchdown up near the mouth of the Russian River. We had a stunning bit of weather, saw something I’d never seen before.

    Few things are magical. But that was really something.



  10. Thanks for the robe, stranger.

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  11. Process Finale: 11

    - - -

    It’s 1am, I am in my bed, crying silently in the dark.

    It’s cyclical, hormonal, always looming but always a surprise- I diminish it, now, as it happens. I consider removing the acknowledgement that it is currently happening. Trying to make it smaller full well knowing that it is large and persistent.

    It is the furious ocean swallowing a boat, a stampeding freight train derailing. A plane that falls out of the sky so quickly and hits the ground so alarmingly fast. Shocking crashes into sadness.

    I spiral-


    I plummet.

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  12. Progress: 2 1/2 more hours with Cece; Ms. Snowy Plover looking super fine.

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  13. flavorcountry:

    This little dude met his end at some point in the past day, probably having hit our front porch door (that’s where I found him). Not knowing what else to do — the ants had already mustered — I put on some disposable gloves and put him at the base of a small grove of young trees nearby. Birds come from trees, right? I’m pretty sure that’s where birds come from.

    ♫ and though you died, bird ♫ you will have a fine view ♫


  14. A recent adventure with lastgreatpoolparty

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  15. Some new old photos up on DrivenByBoredom today.