the first three people to enter this best buy spent thanksgiving on some icy sidewalk. between 2 am thursday and 5 am friday they waited for, uhm, a computer i think. i'd never done the black friday thing but it seems kind of sad to me. i understand if people can't afford to buy things otherwise but the urge to run into a store to get two sets of the same generic coffee maker feels like maybe it's time to re-evaluate our crazy appetite for buying happiness.
Saturday, November 28, 2009
quackquack
Friday, November 27, 2009
hooks
dan had four hooks pierced into his back and suspended himself on a rope, so they could donate a grave marker for their friend who died of an oxy overdose last year.
Thursday, November 26, 2009
schnee
shot a wsu game amid a dancing flurry of flakes where the players fought their way through the crunching powder, where everything slowed down and was quieter, subdued, even the marching band was little more than a croak from afar and the lens kept wanting to focus on the snow and that was my sentiment too, somehow, a nice change from the pure and pulsing action and to be carried away by that beautiful moment and i was happy, under my seven layers of coats.
Friday, November 6, 2009
a year after i followed heather and charles into their new home, we did a story on cheydene hudspeth, a single mother of eight, who also came out of st. annes shelter and found a home. she was the most patient mother i've ever met. has probably seen it all. when one of the little munchkins locked herself in a room and started screaming, cheydene took out her big boots, said "get away from the door and lay on the bed, sweetheart." and kicked in the door. broke nothing but the lock, which was crooked anyway. no need to panic. mom's got things under control. she's talking through the door in the fourth frame, and a daughter watches in the back.
playing it real with dummies
Wednesday, November 4, 2009
tough as nails
Tuesday, November 3, 2009
vogelfrei
nothing compares to driving on empty, open roads. back home in germany, every acre of land seems to bear some kind of human foot print. but if i cut all the clutter made for my convenience, entertainment and wellness, if i trim things down to the basics, i feel the most complete and free to breathe.
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