~4.5 years~

October 13th, 2017

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…and so concludes this vagabonding chapter.

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~NY views~

October 8th, 2017

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Brooklyn Bridge,

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view of my first NY apartment, 2000, tucked in that top corner. Not zoned for living, it had a hot plate, shared bath, no air conditioning, and a city of pigeons living in the stairwell.
It also had the very same view as the vintage accordion postcard I’d hung over my desk in SF,
to remind me to get going,

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and SoHo’s latest dubious offering.

~full moon tide~

October 5th, 2017

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…and apéro with whales.

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~ant people~

October 1st, 2017

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Did not expect a date night on this time machine trip,
yet we found ourselves in a sea of tricorns and jolly rogers in the Hollywood hills last night.

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My junior high school self loved no one as I did snarky, campy, come-hither Adam Ant (Bowie aside).
I begged my mom to see the Kings of the Wild Frontier tour, but the school night prevailed, and then this fickle teen’s ardor faded, as Adam slid on his goodie two shoes.

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Long before ridicule was nothing to be scared of, there were these golden oldies,
a few of which we heard delivered by a sixty-two year old punk in rather fine form:

~hudson valley homesteading~

September 29th, 2017

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Third move of 2017, 23rd since I left Mom’s.
(the average person moves 12 times in their lifetime, according to our freight company’s phone hold recording. Mom and I had probably managed close to that by the time I turned 18).

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Eleventh move with this dude (spanning two coasts and three countries). This week he wrangled 720 cubic feet, no inch unaccounted: Berliner engineering, beetches!

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We made our own bulkhead before installing theirs. Butch!

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Cross country it all goes (again).

~mom’s garage: 1980s~

September 23rd, 2017

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A week spent unearthing the past in Mom’s garage. Above, 11th grade prom portrait.
Below, the dress, and all that remains of the pointy footwear empire.

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Warbabies was my first real job, selling WWII German military clothes to punks and David Lee Roth on Melrose Avenue. Plus hand-pegged levis, plaid flannel insets, and other cowpunk essentials.

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My first paid photography gig, for the LA WEEKLY.

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I asked Kevin Haskins out at this record signing. He said yes. Daniel Ash told him no (jerk!).
Years later, at the Bauhaus reunion afterparty, I thanked my high school drummer crush for humoring a high school gal.

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~last catskill morning~

September 14th, 2017

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A rainy walk of the grounds on our last morning.

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~meadow massacre~

September 5th, 2017

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Sunrise (above), pre meadow razing.

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The turkey gang and I wander bewilderedly, surveying the damage.

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Marbled Orb Weaver on the last twig standing.

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See if you can find the frog in the meadow debris below.

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Parting gift from my turkey buddies: sixteen inch quill.
Antler, also found today, is just shy of six.

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~lacewing~

August 22nd, 2017

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A new buddy from the lacewing family, I believe a Dendroleon pantherinus, or Antlion.

~post eclipse~

August 21st, 2017

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Last eclipse day rays paint long shadows on Boiceville High School courts.

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