Tag Archive: distressed

Graffiti Corner

I love alleyways. I love the behind-the-sceneness of them. Their furtive air, where secrets are enacted out in the open. They are the private life of the urban street. Take sensible precautions, but walk an alley now and then. A Year Ago: Innards Redux My poor digestive tract has not been entirely settled since my…

In This Corner

It’s perfectly natural to pay attention to things that you care about. If you care about your lover, you pay attention to him or her. If you care about justice, you pay attention to the way it is administered in your society. If you care about your appearance, you pay attention to how you look…

Aesthetic Emergency

If you spend enough time with me, sooner or later I’m going to interrupt you in mid-sentence (as politely as I can manage), beg your pardon, and dash off to photograph something I’ve just seen in the immediate vicinity. If I’ve known you a long time and/or we are particularly close, I may ask you…

Opening: Closed

Perhaps I’m more easily discouraged than others. Momentum is everything for me. If I can get up a head of steam, I can get anything done and make anything work. But if I run into a long enough stream of small obstacles, my forward motion can grind to a halt and getting anything going again…

Wired Sheaf

Okay, this is the last of this series, I promise. The weather hasn’t been conducive to being out’n’about with the camera, but we’ve been promised sun in the next few days, so here’s hoping for some fresh photographic provisions. A Year Ago: Asheville and the “Oh Wow” Sunset I’ve certainly seen and even photographed my…

Weathered Winch

I only posted this so I could say it was a weathered winch from a withered wench. My work here is done. A Year Ago: Are You Civilized? (A Quiz)

Metal Beach

There is a tide in the affairs of men… A Year Ago: Existential Magic

The Last Loop

The signs of age seem universal: speckles, fissures, blotches. The varieties of mar are countless. One thing that can redeem those scars, that can restore the full measure of dignity to the object that bears them, is the patina of loving use. A Year Ago: Menorah Happy Hanukah, friends!… [read more]

Kick The Tire

Do it: KICK THE TIRE. Try before you buy. Don’t buy a pig in a poke. Take a taste test. Go for a spin. See if it suits. Sometimes it can’t be done, and then you have to make a choice based on research or the word of a trusted advisor. But I say—whenever possible—live…

Art Bridge

Unlike yesterday’s modern bridge, today’s was literally passed over. But not by us. No, we stopped to have a look at this urban relic, no longer open to traffic and now frequented mostly by graffiti taggers. Bob knows my penchant for the decrepit and distressed, abandoned architectural elements, the leavings of civilization. We were on…