This is Jeremy and Ebonie. They're expecting. I shot these three weeks ago and now these parents-to-be are, at this very instant, at the hospital... Read more →
Congratulations to Stockholm's very own Lydmar Hotel! Only moments ago the Lydmar was ushered in as the newest member among hotel elites - Virtuoso. You... Read more →
I have a can of fish flakes on The table there. White and square. Parson A half-parson is that fits In my corner Stacked neatly... Read more →
For one reason or another, Ed and Meryl's conversation reminds me of the first time I met Louise. It was in college at Brigham Young... Read more →
"It's partly true, too, but it isn't all true. People always think something's all true." -Holden "Moreoever, misunderstandings may be fruitful under certain circumstances." -Hesse... Read more →
Last night I finished editing video footage from a wedding in Central Park near the Bethesda Angel. It was a beautiful ceramony in a beautiful... Read more →
My first memory is actually earlier than listening to Andy Williams in the car. Or of learning about Santa's helpers. My very first memory comes... Read more →
This is my nephew, Merrell. Now he's ten. Read more →
You told me once your mother just cuts people out. Should have taken note Tequila brings the breech back And the illusion of eloquence I... Read more →
I know I just wrote a 'prologue' to a story and believe me, Meryl had a word or two to say about it. She insists... Read more →
Stockholm Cycle - A Personal Syndrome / Or The Romanticized Obsessions and Humliations of Edmund Strasse. Edmund Strasse. That’s me. He would disagree. More accurately,... Read more →
I dragged out the photo lights and set them up for a series of jobs coming up over the next several weeks beginning this weekend.... Read more →
Photo Credit: Michael Jackson Now, and I have to say this....aside from a singular and beautifully-dressed mother... I have EIGHT amazing sisters! Do YOU have... Read more →
I entered a photoraphy contest earlier this week, with the photo above as my entry. It's a weekly contest and for this round, the 'assignment'... Read more →
Street Fair Faces
Every year members of my church (Latter-Day Saints/Mormons) around Manhattan throw a street fair to raise money for various childrens' activities like summer camp, and... Read more →
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I stood in the hall and pushed the button to wait for the elevator. The meeting had gone well enough. Mr. Stark seemed to like... Read more →
This is my nephew, Merrell. He's eight. Read more →
"Once the storm is over you won’t remember how you made it through, how you managed to survive. You won’t even be sure, in fact,... Read more →
I shot this from the plane on approach to Chicago. Read more →
There's soot on your nose from the times you said Yes There's hype in your house from the curls and the Swagger I heap the... Read more →
JP at the Eastern State Penitentiary Read more →
I was going through boxes today and came across a poem I wrote in 1993 while I was a Mormon Missionary and living in Düsseldorf,... Read more →
I took a walk this morning along Frederick Douglas down to 125th street and ended up wandering the blocks a bit. I stumbled by Father... Read more →
I met ET on the downtown A train. He walked the car promoting his rap album - Event Illectro. I bought a copy for $5.... Read more →
My friend, Colleen, put me onto this. There have been countless times on the train or walking down the street when I've wanted to ask... Read more →
I've always been interested in people on park benches and bus stop seats. You never know who you'll run into. Once, when I was coming... Read more →
So I'm sitting outside the bookstore at the Westminster Theological Seminary in Glenside PA. The place is deserted. My friend, JP, is a student here... Read more →
The title is one of my favorite lines from On Golden Pond. Katharine Hepburn's character says it to Jane Fonda's, the one who is dealing... Read more →
When I posted a link to this blog on my facebook page, the first response was, “You so reek Meryl Streep fan!” It came from... Read more →
After I spend my entire day talking to other people, I get pretty non-verbal and only want to talk to myself and to various other... Read more →