Color My Missives

Intentional cultural poaching or no, ODB Liquors on Mission Hill in Boston might be the most keenly named individual business I’ve come across. I can think of no better tribute to the man and his work.
 

 
The name has to be intentional, right?
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[1] I’ve just spent the past half-hour recapping ODB’s career on youtube. If NSFW […]

I managed to visit the town of Chillicothe, Ohio about eighteen months ago. The visit was part of a solitary three-day road trip that I made on the old post road, route 50, from Cincinnati to Washington, DC. In my dispatch, I focussed more on the relationship between photography and deserted places. I had […]

Sooner or later your friends leave the city. They take on townhouses and bedroom communities, renovations and babysitters. They say, “we found a great place in the mountains, man,” and you nod congratulations. It may take as long as the drive upstate, or until the county road yields to a gravel one, but you […]

Considering the fact that I’ve known the (male) subjects of the above photos since before my voice changed, it’s always a special occasion when one of us gets married. About a month ago the number of us married jumped to two, and judging from the canoodling going on in the back of photo no. […]

For as much time as I have spent waxing on about flat, graphic compositions, vast depth is also deeply compelling. The thought crossed my mind as I flew home last weekend that sunset, as seen from above the clouds, will make a pious man out of a sinner — at least for the duration […]