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Category Archives: Before

A Crazy in the Park

Ken Hucherson is a Kirkland preacher who declared a boycott against Microsoft after they supported a state gay rights bill. At this moment, he’s running laps in Cal Anderson Park across the street from me, a park that was named after the state legislator who tried for years to get a gay rights bill [...]

May 2006 Print Calendar

It’s quiet around here. I’ll break the silence again with a print calendar for May:
Letter Size
A4 Format
More sometime…

April 2006 Beans for Breakfast Print Calendar

Our team of researchers have combed through reams of data and compiled a schedule of what you can expect from the coming month. Their document is called the April Beans for Breakfast Print Calendar. It comes in two sizes, the first for those in the U.S. and adjacent countries, the second for those who live [...]

Distraction

I slip into the park on the way back from the post office and stop and sit. I’m carrying nothing with me. I would usually have a book, a notebook, Treo, a camera, the Stranger or the Weekly, or a cup of tea or hot chocolate: a prop to distract me from myself.. [...]

New Toy

I found a Polaroid camera sitting on a dumpster.

Each picture is a little disappointment. The color, the washed-out faces, the anti-climactic wait for it to develop: all of those. They’re still fun though. They’re fun little disappointments.

Sun Showers

The dark cloud is blown behind me before its rain reaches the street. Now it feels like the raindrops are falling from the sun. I walk through the sun shower for a bit and reach a dry patch of sidewalk, not touched by the rain. Then, a couple of blocks on, there’s [...]

Another Day


Prints

I have eight prints to give away. They’re 6″x8″s made on a Kodak printer at a drugstore. The print quality of most of them is great, but I’d rate a couple of them at just pretty good. Most are photos that have been posted here at one time or another.
The subjects of [...]

Reciprocal

I give Tricia a flower. She gives me a cookie. I’m not saying the one gesture is a response to the other. But it has happened just like that more than once.

Buzz

There’s a large furry hornet sitting in the grass next to me. It’s moving slow because of the cold or it’s busy with a patch of clover pollen. It’s hardly moving. I lay down to soak in some more sunlight, to recharge my head where doughy histamines have given way to foggy [...]