Streets

Love

In a landless night
Did you feel the fright
Of the age that wasn't
Could never be
So we hold it close
When we feel the most
Like a love that we could not leave behind
We turn the wheel
To which way we feel
Till our thoughts drift
I can not find you there
Don't forget the nights when it all felt right
Are you not the same as you used to be
Used to be

Inspiration

i am seriously lacking inspiration. i have hit a slump. it is but a matter of weeks until my degree show and this is not the time for it. i have 6 weeks and i need to get it together.

zoo

jamie livingston

Find New York-based photographer, Jamie Livingston,'Polaroid a Day' photographic diary at this address http://photooftheday.hughcrawford.com/

Between March 31, 1979 and October 25, 1997, the day of his death, he took a single picture nearly every day with a Polaroid camera and even though some photos have gone missing, 6,697 Polaroids remain.

A mixture of the sorrow and the joy we all encounter in our lives.

Sisters

“The word 'happiness' would lose its meaning if it were not balanced by sadness.”

Philippe Toledano

http://www.dayswithmyfather.com/

a memoir of old age, alzheimers, dying and death.

Philippe Toledano's, "Days with my Father", is a touching project of everyday portraits which capture the essence of his 98 year old father's personality.