remain abstract

who am i?

  

 

Dunikin Mountain - reminiscent of another time

looking in

pills, lace, a four-poster bed with a mirror

beautiful carnage

Humes River

some old and abandon places i go into have life and history written on the walls, you can a breathe story.

it somehow feels healthy.

then there are places like this cabin. set along a beautiful river these buildings housed 

families on vacations and travelers on their way through. 

i got very excited about the curtains.

when i walked into the cabin i received this negative feeling, almost pornographic. it felt left and neglected, 

abused somehow. it felt cold and i didn't stay long but i did want to record it for just these reasons.

this is a story of how some

things do not age well.

there is fog in Glencoe

wood nymph

shroud

Hillsborough

I am honored to share this one with William.

pink

sunday blue with a dash of cash

i wonder if you loved me back in april

when johnny cash spoke

and patsy cline sang those songs

to us as we sat up in webwood

holding hands at a table covered in plastic

how at home i felt

did you?

it’s a question i don’t ask myself too much anymore

but it’s sunday

hard hard sunday

love's corrugation

shadow-edge glass and the great outdoors