“It’s actually pretty goddamn frustrating,” he continued. “I can’t even be the first openly gay man to summit mount Everest. Thanks, Cason Crane.”
Public Bus converted into home, Israel
Article and more pictures here: http://www.greenprophet.com/2013/05/israeli-public-bus-300000-conversion/
That poor highlight, lost forever in an infinite white. Also, mason jar salad, why not?
Mason Jar Salad. Why didn’t I think of it before!
"Art is created as a result of a journey inward, not when a certain amount of people “like” your work."
I got this tattoo on my birthday back in April. I haven’t posted anything or told anyone about it because I can’t quite articulate how much it means to me. I’ve been telling people who catch a glimpse of it that I want to “see through Alice’s eyes forever” and I guess that’s a great way to sum it up, people that have met me would probably agree that I do a pretty good job of it.
I came up with the idea for this tattoo in the first couple weeks after I moved to New York City, and everything was moving so fast and I was meeting people and doing things I never thought I could do being as introverted as I felt that I was. I would go home to my apartment overwhelmed and I would curl up in a ball on my bed and read Alice in Wonderland and remember doing my first 365 and running around in my forest and baking cookies with my mom and building forts and cutting out paper stars and falling into rabbit holes and I decided I never wanted to lose that part of myself.
I wake up everyday and strive to have the sense of wonderment and compassion and curiosity of a small child, and even though it took me awhile to figure it out I realized that’s what all of my photographs are about: trying to help other people feel the same way, if only for a brief moment. So shake hands with your inner child today.
Train Writing Weekend is a resounding success. Credit goes to my wife, Jessi, for the idea. We couldn’t take off on Friday for this trip, so we hopped an Amtrak in Chicago Saturday morning, showed up in a beautiful town along the Katy Trail about seven hours later, had dinner, stayed at a bed and breakfast, then caught the train back to Chicago today. I write this as we are en route to… I forget the next stop. I’m just writing.
Besides simply riding a train and getting to see the countryside, we realized one of the best parts of this idea is that it removes you from some of the most common and alluring distractions that can Get In the Way of That Thing You Want To Do. I’m on a train with nothing but my wife, an iPad, and a keyboard, and plenty of arm space and legroom—no dogs, no housecleaning, no errands, and for a good chunk of the time, no signal.
All we could do on this trip was talk to each other and write, and it was fantastic. If you enjoy or are curious about train travel and write or do just about anything creative that can fit in a roomy Amtrak seat, I highly recommend trying a Train Writing Weekend. It doesn’t matter where you go or stay, just go. You’ll thank me.
What we believe in.
What a fantastic idea. Need to steal the heck out of this one soon.
I want to do a train writing weekend!!
Room Portraits by Menno Aden
Through challenging camera angles Menno Aden abstracts most familiar actual living environments and public interiors into flattened two-dimensional scale models. A camera that the artist installed on the ceiling of various rooms takes pictures downwards of the interiors. The resulting images lay out space in symmetrical compositions that look like assemblages stripped off any kind of objectivity. The views into private homes and secret retreats bring up associations of the ubiquitous observation camera. The notion of surveillance is systematically played out by the artist to hint at society’s voyeuristic urge that popular culture has made mainstream.
It’s raining and if you an smell it, this is its name.
Day 51 - 3 kids playing the banjo is still less annoying than Mumford and Sons. #laidofffromthesuntimes