the elaborate ruse

the derelict homes at 12th & John. now that the boards have been pried off (again) the smell is even more pungent: acrid burned house-flesh and decades of mold. an old building becomes a living entity, practically sentient, abscessing. 

I count six cranes in this image. 

I was lazily admiring the many knotholed trees along 17th when this one scared the fucking crap out of me. 

my city. 

another tempestuous storm over Cal Anderson! I love when public places are desolated. the ground was squishy and sodden and my boots leaked. everything smells fucking alive. 

artsy. 

14th Ave. i stopped abruptly to take this and a dude walking the opposite direction smiled at me like what the fuck? does no one else notice shit like this? 

Volunteer Park yesterday, the first sandal day of the year. ah, the gnats. the air was soft enough to be practically intangible. 

everything about this. 

John Street. 

backlit. 

it's probably not as bad for your teeth as meth.  

"sterling merit discovers itself." Molière