night on the beach, no moon, no stars, the sand a cliff overlooking a black roaring nothing the size of everything. i run alongside, screaming that i love you, my words drowned in the wind, cold, tide rising, until i cannot remember what came before running, before aching, before loving. back in the car i promise myself that i will never tell you any of this. that the moment is too full of holy madness to ever be spoken of. i drive away quickly, as if i am being followed. in a few miles the clouds dissolve and the stars come out. the road is dry and white and leads me home.
this is fun – a music video on Blender.com featuring The Trucks. it contains footage from their Easy Street Records show that i photographed for the Three Imaginary Girls interview. my back makes a brief cameo at the very end as i’m photographing the girls; look for my bizarre hairline wedge, whose appearance will certainly start an ill-conceived new trend.
i got a nod from the Capitol Hill Seattle blog for my photos of the neighborhood; amusingly enough, they referred to me as a she. which is fun, but i decided it was best to thank them for the attention and correct their evaluation of my gender…
