"They looked as if they would ring as if tapped with a stick.  The puddles rang.  The water rang."

Montreal, 2015
with these guys
Pentax k1000/ kodak 400

#1 by Christie
#2, 6 and 15 by Hil

May and June 2015

"A human face has a claim on you, because you can't help but understand the singularity of it.  The courage and loneliness of it."

-M. Robinson

My Oma with my uncle and my dad//
My Oma and Opa//
My Opa and Oma with my dad//

I see Ives in my dad.

all the attention you can give it

"[I was reminded] of something I saw early one morning a few years ago, as I was walking up to the church.  There was a young couple strolling along half a block a head of me.  The sun had come up brilliantly after a heavy rain and the trees were glistening and very wet.  On some impulse, plain exuberance, I suppose, the fellow jumped up and caught hold of a branch, and a storm of luminous water came pouring down on the two of them and they laughed and took off running, the girl sweeping water off her hair and her dress as if she were a little bit disgusted but she wasn't.  It was a beautiful thing to see, like something from a myth.  I don't know why I thought of that now, except perhaps because it is easy to believe in such moments that water was made primarily for blessing, and only secondarily for growing vegetables and doing the wash.  I wish I had paid more attention to it.  My list of regrets may seem unusual, but who can know that they are, really.  This is an interesting planet.  It deserves all the attention you can give it."

-M. Robinson, Gilead

I walked into this empty church.
I had no place else to go
When the sweetest voice I ever heard
Whispered to my soul
I don't need to be forgiven 
For loving you so much
It's written in the scriptures
It's written there in blood.
I even heard the angels 
Declare it from above -
there aint no cure
there aint no cure
there aint no cure for love.

when the resident was still a mystery

mornings across the table from him

Holy Week came early.