Sunset on the Charles

Crocuses

Old Man Winter finally croaked.
I hope.

Empty Phonebooth: Brighton Music Hall

Mounted by the door
Evermore invisible
A different last call

Winter Light Song

Welcomed by glowing west facing curtains,

One hundred year old windows rattle and the silk lifts.

"Stay" I hear.

Cradled by the give of a secondhand futon,

I watch the maple's light and dark flicker behind painted trees.

"Oneness" I hear.

Warmed by my respite in winter light,

To the song of knowing wood, knocking within generations of paint.

"Almost" I hear.

Lunch time machine

Charle's Sandwich Shoppe
March 17, 2014
Chicken Noodle Soup, side of bacon
$8.88

Rest stop phone booths

Highway pit stop. BYOPhone

Hope

A sign of spring

February 10, 2014

2:35pm

Always look ahead.

New empty today

Orange line, Chinatown Station

Winter Sun

Stopped by a shadow.

What is across the threshold

Is often the same.

Read the interview about OF USE, my exhibit at the Trident on Jewishboston.com

Check out Molly Parr's interview with me. She asked great questions about my show at Trident Booksellers & Cafe, my art practice, and my travel for her weekly Four Questions Blog.

Inside jokes

For you, princess.

FISH

Created as part of a new body of work using the combination of photography and found objects that tell a story of the things we use and what we leave behind.

FISH, photograph and oyster cans on wood, 12x18, 2014

The Chinatown phone booth cover up

A mysterious veil of color...

Who done it?