From Los Angeles to South Dakota

Thursday, March 16, 2006

a few of my favorite things


talent worship/rehersals for extinct anatomies by brothers quay

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talent worship/brothers quay's street of crocodiles




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talent worship/jan svankmajer's faust

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talent worship/mentor to the brothers quay/jan svankmajer


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talent worship/brothers quay

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collecting bones/family farm/bone hill

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a rae oportunity to get a picture with willow and chance



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drive through marriage/our wedding pic

Wednesday, March 15, 2006



a few of my favorite things

talent worship/, music and lyric writing super talent

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talent worship/clexico, music and lyric writing super talent

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talent worship/nick cave


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pop-up book of phobias


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clever walking sticks/chinese hidden dagger



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clever walking sticks






















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clever walking sticks/hidden vial and compass







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writing and directing/pinfeathers

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history and connection/family farm

even the Missouri is receding

Here, where I can see towns away to the east and west, I feel stripped down. Those who walked here, carrying the name I was given, built and grew and knew how their lives would go. Before them the same, related or not, they labored to plant and harvest, struggled against mean cold winters, reckless summer storms, wore the Midwest in the thickness of their skin and dryness of wit. In the restless waving of grass across the hills of the pasture, a parade of ghosts wisps by.
Before the cousins shot apart the windmill, or the collapsing of the chicken coop, when more of us lived and came to visit, when there were more of us here, this farm was alive.
Now it slowly decays and I am a visitor witnessing the beauty of its fade. ... Even the Missouri is receding. 9/04