When I got to the Y today I saw a barbarbellbell on the mat in front of the big mirror. “Someone in love with his body,” I thought to myself. When I came out of the restroom this normal size young man is lifting this fucker. The mirror is for checking his form, not his bod. [Click the image above or this link for 15 second video]
Category Archives: Snapshots & Fragments
Perplexity on Snapshots & Fragments
I asked Perplexity to read through 258 posts in my “Snapshots & Fragments” category — the catch‑all bin I’ve used for photos and ephemera over the years — and tell me what it thought was going on. I had a hunch an outside lens might spot patterns I only sense in the gut. Here’s the result, unedited.
Perplexity: You’ve been quietly building a long, visual autobiography and local micro‑history in that “catch‑all” category—what looks like ephemera is actually a coherent archive of self, place, and media across roughly 15 years. Continue reading
Riley in the morning
We were so much older then
I came across this photo from the late ’70s and the lyric above popped into my head. For no particular reason, I shared the photo and the lyric with Gemini.
(Gemini) We’re younger than that now. It’s funny how Bob Dylan managed to capture a universal truth in “My Back Pages.” There’s a certain brand of youthful certainty that feels incredibly heavy and “old”—that phase where you feel like you have to have a definitive, hardened stance on everything.
Realizing you don’t actually have all the answers is usually the moment you start to lighten up. It’s the ultimate “growing down.”
My favorite photo from Barb’s trip
(Rouen FR)