Pierogies.

Each year, in October, my 3 aunts, my mother and myself get together to make pierogies from my great grandmother's recipe. This year, 10 pounds of potatoes, 3 pounds of cheese and 8 (or 9) batches of dough got us 428 pierogies.

On the Surface of Memory.

While my work is images of the external world, it is very much about my internal world. I photograph places a lot of the time because I respond to them as suggestions of memories or out of nostalgia.

Housekeeping.

I find comfort in the menial tasks of domesticity, where my life floats beautiful around the mundane. In small housekeeping based tasks, I find satisfaction in keeping a clean space, a clean house, meticulously organized and put together. It is no surprise that upon coming home, I have found myself more willing to put up with and maintain my mother’s expectation of order that has been established long before I was born, long before she was even born. In washing dishes, I find time to mediate. In making my bed... Read the Rest →

Paulsen Wire Rope.

Paulsen Wire Rope manufactured heavy steel cables for bridges and cranes and other industrial uses for many, many years. I know that, according to local lore, their rope suspends the Brooklyn Bridge and other suspension bridges around the country.

Texture of Place.

I really like taking photographs like this and it’s been awhile since I have. That middle one and the werewolf, oh, they get me good. Tweet

I’m Wandering, A Loser Down These Tracks.

I’ve been thinking, as much as I can think about non-work related…things, about the railroad. The steel rails that criss-cross this country have worked their way into my perception of space, understanding of transportation and the movement of freight. At night, I can hear the low, haunting whine of freight trains that rumble through the industrial park half a mile from where I lay my head. As I’ve mentioned before, I have really started to pay attention to the space that they occupy and the place that the right of... Read the Rest →

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