my hammering.

here is a developing project: repainting just-wooden-frames i've collected from lawn sales and gluing panels of cork all up in 'em. whatever you want goes in there.

right now, two of them are waiting.

A good day for hammering nails

I really like hanging things on the walls during thunderstorms, so today was the day. I got this rad-ass hook with Dani in Colorado, in a dusty antique yard. There were two, one for her and one for me. They cost $6 each and were so hot to the touch from baking in the sun that for two seconds we almost didn't buy them. Imagine!

i passed this sign--up at the roughest drinking establishment that farmington has to offer--in the early morning a few weeks ago, and cursed myself for not having my camera. luckily, mom and cousin kathryn were visiting, and before they left town that morning i made them drive by it and take a photo. kathryn said two other cars pulled up as she and mom did, and that right after she took the picture, people from those other cars started taking the sign down. i feel blessed to have seen what was no doubt the result of some middle-of-the-night sign-rearranging antics (one of the top forms of entertainment for The Youths in maine, it should be noted), and even more blessed to have a record of its awesomeness. it's generally funny, yes, but also kind of funny-because-it's-true.

Prospect Park

Spoon was playing. We could've moved a lot closer to the band but there were fireflies hanging out with us.

um, oh my god.

did you know about this?
holy god. oh my goodness. holy god.

I don't have a rolling pin.

The crust turned out crude as a child's clay ashtray, but the pie tasted delicious.

here's a photo i hadn't seen until just this week, though it's from dan's wedding nearly three years ago. i think it's one of my favorite family pictures ever now, because it gets not just tim and dan and i, but sarah (dan's wife, in between tim and dan) and sarah's two sisters, too. but i can't look at it a lot...it's kind of Too Much.

bits of our fourth

i'm going a little beyond the spartan one-picture approach for this one, because it's too good to pick just one. we went to a crazy parade in athens, where the citizens take over a backroad and put on a drunken parade and a bush administration-bashing play that traditionally starts with everybody standing up and giving the finger to washington d.c.
never, i think, have i seen so very many people drunk and/or high and/or both before noon.

have i mentioned, lately, how much i love my home state, and how glad i am that i returned?
oh, and here's pete.

Evening Bike Ride

Brooklyn waterfront.