Wednesday, February 7, 2007

Charlotte, NC. Bevington Place. January 20, 2002

Brian and I were on our way to Charlotte Catholic High School to watch my sister's basketball game(still back in her athlete days). This was the time during which I think both of us were pretty unhappy with our college situations, and we made constant trips back home. Or maybe that was just me.
We turned left off Stoney Hill Lane in my neighborhood on to Bevington Place, and were greeted with this sky. We went back to the house and got my Polaroid.
The caption was the song that was playing on the radio.
An oldie but a goodie.

Monday, January 22, 2007

Raleigh, NC

Two photos from a recent photographic expedition in Raleigh.

The first is something I collected on a rooftop somewhere off of Peace Street. If you can't read it, it says "Stop living in a cage" and next to it is a brown-bagged 40oz and a bag of someone's left-behind junk. A pretty compelling image in person.

The second is less of a collected "thing" and more of a collected "scene." A little building on little Kinsey Street, with a chicken weatherwave that was going nuts because it was super windy out. The combination of small building, chicken, tree, and blue sky was worth collecting.

Friday, January 12, 2007


This photo serves to document my fellow Koroberite, Jillian, and her last day as such. Happy, bright-eyed, her whole life ahead of her. Also in this photo: Oficemate Elise and Trafficer Christina. At TCBY in Eastgate?


Thursday, January 4, 2007


  1. Express personal attributes on dumpster.
  2. Check spelling.

Wednesday, January 3, 2007

Found in the childhood closet.

At first glance, this may look like a polaroid that was once attached to some sort of ransom note. Apparently, Sesame Street's Bert & Ernie once kidnapped a small child in the 80's and held her against her will in the storage room of a dentist office.
The picture was in fact consentual, however(at least to some degree, as she seems to be trying to politely escape their clutches). It's still really odd that it was taken in a dental stock room, though.
The little blonde girl survived this potentially traumatizing incident, moving on to accomplish many great things, like creating this very weblog.


Mom's baby. She doesn't know the outside at all, other than the space between the side door and the car, & the car and the door at the vet's office. I don't think she understands what she's looking at when she does this.

Tuesday, January 2, 2007

A bus parked between two power lines in the middle of an open lot in Durham

In all the time that I've frequented Durham this is one thing that has always garnered my attention while driving on Barbee Road near Southpoint. It's across from a farm and next to a berry field. An old bus parked between these two power lines.

Why? How did it get there? Who put it there? Who decided, man I have this bus that I need to get rid of, oh here is a good spot?

I wonder how long its been there.
I'm going to take a better photo of it someday.

Things collected three years ago...

Part of this little project was inspired by a tiny art venture I did about three years ago when I lived in Mill Creek in Chapel Hill. I took my polaroid around with me for a week and took photos of close up details of places that I frequented. I pushpinned my six favourite photos from the batch on my wall in two rows of three in what I thought was most aesthetically pleasing arrangement based on their visual elements. I kept them up in the other places I've lived since, and my plan was to continue to take these kinds of photos in places I lived and spent a lot of time so that I could save those details and remember what they meant to me at the time, rather than what they mean to me now.

In all honesty, I don't think much about the power cord attached to the neon Cosmic Cantina sign that haphazardly hangs over a wood beam or why the Schoolkids logo is a fish or what they are trying to say by having so many worlds painted on the side of Syd's, where I used to get my haircut regularly and would always forget that they only accepted cash or checks and I would always have to leave my license and go withdraw money and come back to pay. But I have these little pieces of the world from three years ago collected in my oh-so-satisfying stack of polaroids to remind me.

Sunday, December 24, 2006



Collecting our world. On instant film.