2.10.2007
2.09.2007
my mind goes 'round in circles
Being in Newport amidst young people and broken glass, got me thinking about the idea of family. I said it better before in an e-mail to Rachel...but I accidentally deleted it, so I'll try to recreate my sentiment.
I find it interesting that we, as children who have left home, create families wherever we find ourselves. In the stead of blood relatives, we are supported by the other young people around us. We play house everyday as a surrogate sister, mother, brother etc ... And in this mishmosh of leaning and heaping and loving and supporting, people develop real relationships and grow from these play families into real families. It's just a muse to amuse me, but I like thinking about it.
are you my mother?: best book ever
caitlin&ashleyasleep: digital photo
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2.08.2007
the kids are...alright.
my brother and i . we are our family within our family . thicker than blood thicker than .
photos: polaroid
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2.07.2007
g'bye dirty33rd
this is my newport. my newport is dirty feet and broken windows. my newport is skateboarding 20 blocks at night. my newport is a family of lost children. here. paradise was lost and what have we found? something so imperfectly brilliant that it is almost unbearable. this newport is a seagull taking shit from that swatch of immaculate cloudless sky.
mynewport: polaroid photos
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2.06.2007
2.05.2007
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