Looking through old photos is a strange process, a weird mix of surprise and nostalgia. The photos I have accumulated on my computer cover a difficult part of my life; even after deleting a number of photos, I still manage to come across an image here or there that I overlooked, or that reminds me of something I’d prefer to forget. At the same time, I’m also reminded of my willingness to experiment with the medium—my Views from a Parked Car series comes to mind—and that I’d like to publish a photo book some day.

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So, I just finished watching The Big Short. Holy crap. I mean, I worked in real estate escrow for nearly five years, so I knew that a lot of people were being suckered into dodgy loans—but the extent of the bullshit that went on around the whole mortgage business is astounding. (And those two mortgage broker guys who end up at the same job fair at the end? I encountered women who were like that as well.) Continue reading

The second day of picking possible images for the poems in the new book seemed to much slower—I got part of the way through the Oddities section before calling it a day after less than twenty poems and three hours. Continue reading