i once more took a whole trip with just a toy camera, here's various locations in new mexico shot in 1 megapixel (and every up the nose pic taken with my phone to send to tyler)
tomorrow when the farm boys find this
freak of nature, they will wrap his body
in newspaper and carry him to the museum.
but tonight he is alive and in the north
field with his mother. it is a perfect
summer evening: the moon rising over
the orchard, the wind in the grass.
and as he stares into the sky, there
are twice as many stars as usual.
A bunch of stuff happened! If you weren't there: I got hysterectomy 2 days before my birthday. Ruled, also kinda sucked. I carried 30 pounds of magic decks on my back for days a couple weeks later. I made special gifts for beloved friends, and a couple things for me. I got a jeep. I love my jeep. I opened a store. I saw a lot of waterfalls and went on a lot of hikes. I lost my grandfather, who I love very much, and I'm not really ready to talk about it. I covered up an old tattoo. I got the red chair on my first day of the season. I made art, I touched grass, I loved my friends, I will do this all over again and again and again, and then we'll whistle and go fishing in heaven
in case you're plotting forward I'd like to make some vibe recommendations for you in the coming months: ETHICAL SPECTACLE. AUTHENTIC SOCIAL EXPERIENCE. BIG ART. OVERDOING IT. GETTING ENOUGH FIBER IN YOUR DIET.
A few weeks ago a stranger came by to drop off a huge pile of his late father's bookmaking equipment. This happens to me pretty often- someone comes by the store, or runs into me somewhere, and says "hey, do you want this (possibly obscure) material/equipment?" And the answer is almost always yes, for me or because I can pass it on to someone who will use it.
Connecting with a stranger about life and grief and having the chance to maintain the chain of generational craft knowledge is LIFE AFFIRMING and validating to the work I put everything I can into. I hope he stops by soon- I want to tell him that I use his dad's equipment every day.
One of the things dropped off was a kwikprint foiling machine, and I set aside EVERYTHING to learn how to use it and make the goofy pencils I've always wanted to. Art is cool, people are cool, what a gift it is to meet every single one of you.
It's STAN ROGERS FALL, Y'ALL! take some tips from me, your cool folk music uncle, on how to spend the autumnal season staring longingly into lake michigan
