Driving the Flies

isolation…

cog — Wed, 02 Dec 2009 15:24:40 +0000

when it rains…

cog — Sat, 31 Oct 2009 04:26:56 +0000

Tuesdays The Boy has after-school trombone lessons on campus, giving me thirty minutes of uncommitted time. Camera time. I’ve been on another one-lens kick; you know, limit yourself to a single focal length. This week it’s the 77mm f/1.8 on my K-7D. Autumn here means rain, and when it rains, you get this wonderfully diffused light. Everything [...]

do I really need to title this one?

cog — Tue, 06 Oct 2009 04:26:35 +0000

was blind but now I see…

cog — Fri, 02 Oct 2009 02:32:07 +0000

He walked in the dark from the train station, on his way to work, where he rented rooms to men from the neighborhood, twenty bucks a pop, while women he knew were there tried to make themselves invisible in the parking lot. He’d worked there since he moved to town, even slept in the quickly [...]

getting back on track…

cog — Wed, 23 Sep 2009 04:23:16 +0000

yellow…

cog — Tue, 15 Sep 2009 13:38:39 +0000

mojo hummin’…

cog — Wed, 26 Aug 2009 05:32:29 +0000

Old guy in the circle needs a shave, a mess of tics and hitches, baseball cap pulled low over crazy eyebrows, I won’t lie to you; I think I left my mojo in my old desk, next to my security and that Sundays CD with Wild Horses on it. Call me a victim of the times, [...]

making a run for it…

cog — Thu, 13 Aug 2009 13:47:36 +0000

the Wall of Pretty…

cog — Wed, 05 Aug 2009 16:29:58 +0000

In a line moving from the space above the piano toward the opening from the living room to the kitchen at palatial Cog Manor hang five prints, photos I’ve taken in the last year or so. They are small; each matted down to live in an eight-by-ten surround, making the prints themselves around five-by-seven size, [...]

don’t fence me in…

cog — Thu, 23 Jul 2009 05:27:00 +0000