away for safe keeping.
civil twilight” :: the time period when the sun is no more than 6 degrees below the horizon at either sunrise or sunset. The horizon should be clearly defined and the brightest stars should be visible under good atmospheric conditions (i.e. no moonlight, or other lights). One still should be able to carry on ordinary outdoor activities.
Weather Underground
Every book written anywhere is written a little at a time, over time, in a lot of confusion and doubt. The doubt is your talent. People with no talent usually don’t have any doubt.
Richard Bausch
Here is how I mean it when I say that the doubt you feel is your talent: the whole feeling stems from having the ear in the first place to be able to tell when it isn’t singing as you want it to; it comes from hearing how far it is from the way you hope to make it sound. You can hear the difference because you have the talent, the ear. And, because the piece takes its slow sweet hard time getting right, you feel that fact as evidence that you can’t do it or won’t be able to do it; you look at the work of others, who also did it seventy-five times to get it right, and you can’t escape the sense that their smooth elegant lines are how it arrived the first time for them—whole cloth, as printed. So you turn that on yourself and start feeling it won’t ever be good enough, and the doubt sweeps in. Just do the day’s work. A little at a time. And then take yourself elsewhere in your life until the next day’s work.
Richard Bausch

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photojojo:

Since we do so much of our photography viewing on a screen instead of on paper nowadays, I try to get my work off the computer and into someone’s hands as often as possible.

Last spring, in between two shoots on the west coast, I took the Amtrak Coast Starlight sleeper train from Los Angeles to Portland, Oregon. It was an incredible 29-hour trip and I made sure to document the entire thing through photography and video. I made a small limited edition zine of the results.

There are just a few left! You can see the project here and buy the zine here. It’s a great feeling to send out envelopes with little booklets of my work all over the world. The QR code on the back of the zine takes you to my video of the trip.

Self-publishing is nowhere near as expensive or out-of-reach as you may think; I used a great company called Smartpress to print the zines, which I designed myself. If you’re new to it all, their site has video tutorials that will guide you. Make sure to get your photos off the screen and out into the world, even if it’s just digital prints in the lab. If you’re shooting film and always get it scanned, go spend the day printing in the darkroom. If you want to self-publish, there’s no excuse not to try. The tangibility of printed photography is incredibly satisfying, as is seeing your work hung on walls or on coffee tables or bookshelves instead of just websites.

This post is by Elizabeth Weinberg as part of Photojojo’s Show & Tell Week.

hell yes.

Her sister was always calling her selfish, but that was too easy. She cared about other people so much that she wanted to see inside them, to think their same thoughts. She just did not care to sit for hours in their stuffy parlors, talking about couldn’t that new preacher hear their stomachs growling, why were his sermons so long?
Michael Parker, The Watery Part of the World, character of Maggie

THE ITCHY STUFF

“The itchy stuff is not working!!!!!” — Wailed, repeatedly, by Thalia, age 3.

It is as hard to see one’s self as to look backwards without turning around.
Thoreau

cavetocanvas: From the Deep South series - Sally Mann, 1998

cavetocanvas:

From the Deep South series - Sally Mann, 1998

(via cavetocanvas)

Contemplation of the life of a site like Hoyt-Schermerhorn becomes, in the end, tidal. The lapping of human moments forms a pulse or current, like the lapping of trains through the underground tunnels, or like the Doppler-effect fading of the certain memories from the planet, as they’re recalled for the penultimate time, and then the last: When will the last person to have purchased panty hose or a razor at Loeser’s or Namm’s pass from the earth? When will the last of those three hundred who rocked the train car off the boy’s pinned leg, or the last of those four hundred Negro boycotters, be gone?
from “Speak, Hoyt-Schermerhorn,” an essay by Jonathan Lethem, in The Disappointment Artist

ANXIETY - NEW MATH by Craig Damrauer

Char sketch for work-in-prog

My mother has always been a commanding presence. Large, larger than life. Her voice deep and throaty, her gaze unfaltering. She would draw eyes even if it weren’t for the contrast between her and the other women of Belle Meade. She often wore long, diaphanous shawls. She clicked her fingernails on hard surfaces, until she decided fingernails were destroying her painting, and fron that point on she kept the chopped severely, almost cruelly or painfully; when she drummed her fingers, it was with the soft thud of skin tips. She was a highly intelligent woman who nevertheless misused words. She taught me to make espresso on the stovetop, and how to freeze it to make a granita. She had caught things on fire while cooking more than once. She was nude, often, when I was a child—nude and much less fleshy. I was well acquainted with the contours of her naked body, and never more horrified than the day on which a friend showed up to play and found my mother nude, watering the hostas in the front beds. She has a tremendous collection of vintage aprons, one which I am rabid to inherit one day. But she rarely cooks, unless she decides to throw a party, and then it is food spectacle, it is a multi-day preparation affair, one after which she will declare herself off cooking, off hostessing, forever and ever.

There are 32 ways to write a story… but there is only one plot: things are not as they seem.
Jim Thompson

Taxonomy of Bitches

There are many kinds of bitches. For example…

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Catch some bunnies and love them. (Plus firework.)

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