Sunday, November 30, 2008

old backyard

The backyard of the house I grew up in. I took this picture from my parents' bedroom window when I was probably about 14 or so. This continues the completely unintentional "My Brother Standing And Looking At Bodies Of Water" series, except this time his back isn't turned.

Saturday, November 29, 2008


Two negatives, scratched up and combined. One negative is a picture of a baby. The other one is a close-up picture of a lawnmower part. I wish I knew what I was thinking when I created this monstrosity.

Friday, November 28, 2008


Those are my initials. Yeah, I did it. You'll never catch me, coppers.

Thursday, November 27, 2008

hand and rose

Photo of a portion of a book cover, shot through a magnifying glass.

Wednesday, November 26, 2008

Tuesday, November 25, 2008


My high school psychology teacher named this picture "Hurricane". I'm not sure he noticed there's a face in there.

Monday, November 24, 2008


This is in the men's room at the Hu Ke Lau restaurant and karaoke bar in Chicopee, MA.

I'm usually on the move, so this was a great find. Luckily I had 75 cents on me, so I think you can imagine the sheer magnitude of the manly aroma that was radiating from me that day, and the next several days. These things should be everywhere.

Sunday, November 23, 2008

close up eye

Shot through a magnifying glass.

Saturday, November 22, 2008

Brattleboro stairway

Nighttime in Brattleboro, VT, 2006.

Friday, November 21, 2008

village driveway

Driveway from above, in Carpineto.

Thursday, November 20, 2008

light notes

Looks like sheet music made of light to me.

Wednesday, November 19, 2008

Joshe with red hair

Two or three years before this one was taken.

Tuesday, November 18, 2008

the big sleep

Near Jim Morrison's grave, Père Lachaise Cemetary, Paris.

Monday, November 17, 2008

field bench

I picked this picture to post today completely at random. I just spun the ol' Photo-Go-Round and it landed on this one. Then I happened to glance at the date on the photo, and it turns out I took it exactly two years ago today. Ka-ray-zee.

Sunday, November 16, 2008

tree lady

This sculpture used to be outside the entrance to the DeCordova museum. The print is solarized.

Saturday, November 15, 2008

God bless pizza

The little piece of the red car up in the corner looks remarkably like the picture in my "vein" post. This can only mean one thing.


It's like that Stephen King book where the guy's pen name becomes a real person and tries to kill him. If I end up being murdered by a glowing heart or a laser cat or a pyramid-headed Mick Jagger, please write to Stephen King and make him feel guilty, because it will be his fault.

Friday, November 14, 2008

King Andrew

Headshot for Andrew's
street performer license.

Thursday, November 13, 2008

collapsed lung

Lee, showing his surgery scars to the wedding party.

Wednesday, November 12, 2008

white wall

Leaves. Dirt. A wall. Framingham.

Tuesday, November 11, 2008


Picture of a picture, manipulated in-camera.

Monday, November 10, 2008

Old North Bridge

Revolutionary War monument at night.

Sunday, November 9, 2008

light brights

Before he was a terrorist, he was friends with my roommate and hung out at my apartment all the time. If only I had seen the signs, perhaps I could have prevented the hilarious, hilarious alien invasion/bomb scare of 2007.

Saturday, November 8, 2008

robot baby

This doll was just as creepy before my brother and cousins ripped its face off. It's one of those ones that moves by itself and goes "ga-ga". I find those dolls kind of disturbing, so it's almost reassuring to see that they are, in fact, soulless machines. Of course, you may be thinking, "yeah, but how is that any different from a real baby?" Well, the difference is that this thing will not continue to physically expand through the years, absorbing television and Xbox, and acquiring motor skills, hormones, and knives, until one day it's a teenage boy that carves dolls' faces off.

Friday, November 7, 2008


Old Man Josh and his homemade Tesla coil.

Thursday, November 6, 2008

Fabio on his bike

In the backpack: probably beer.

Tuesday, November 4, 2008


I lived on the top floor of my former apartment. One floor below us, there used to be a bedroom. It's no longer a bedroom because it has been sealed off. Because it is HAUNTED.

Years ago, this room was inhabited by some "crazy artist" lady, as it's been told to me. When she moved out of the apartment, she paid the building manager an unknown amount of money to seal the room off from the rest of the apartment, "no questions asked". Supposedly because the room is inhabited by spirits. There is now just a wall where the door used to be. However, there is a second door in this room that leads to the back stairwell. Its lock is crappy.

My friends and I broke in easily, to see what the deal was. The walls of the room are battered (in the physical sense, not the delicious sense) and haphazardly smeared with a reddish-pink paint of some sort. There are bits of newsprint embedded in the paint. There is no electrical power, no lightbulbs, no nothin', except the painting on the ceiling in the image above, and a rolling suitcase.

Big letdown: the suitcase was not full of skulls.

Saturday, November 1, 2008


Because I am an internationally famous and highly-renowned professional photographer, you can always assume that my blurry shots are intentional.