I don’t know if it’s something(s) that I ate, or the bs texts I got from a buddy (about nothing of any consequence) last night that brought up a bunch of stuff I put away many years ago, or the beautiful weather, or what, but I feel emotionally wretched today, and really have no desire …
Author Archives: James Cockroft
365.237 closing time
I might be sortof on to something here… I was trying (unsuccessfully) to do a bit of light painting with the Zomb-E Series and some small LED lights and the laser pointer I used often in Grad school, but now serves as the world’s most adored (or hated, depending on who you ask) cat toy… …
365.236 it even smells like a street
If I were going to scribble out a picture of David Bowie strutting across the Diamond Dogs stage set like any other Candidate, I think it might look something like this… maybe. Incidentally, I’ve hit a point where I feel a bit stagnant on this project… that means, I think, that my ‘vision’ has expanded …
365.235 the new chandelier
As part of the renovations following the broken pipe and large hole in my bedroom floor, the apartment owners installed a new chandelier in the dining area. The new chandelier is much fancier than the old chandelier, which was not really a chandelier at all, to be honest, but more of a table lamp, inverted, …
365.234 calm, peaceful
I’ve spent the day going through all the stuff I pulled out of my closet to make way for the new carpet. For the past three or four or five months, my todo list has contained a line that changed slightly from week to week (I rewrite the todo list every Saturday or Sunday evening …
365.233 from a dream
When I was younger, from the time I can remember, up through my mid 20s, I had a recurring dream every time started to get sick. The dream always preceded the illness by a day or two, so it was likely triggered by the immune system waking up. I was in my late teens before …
365.232 in the zone
Given the afternoon I have ahead of me—ice cream and movie at work that will keep me 2+ hours late, traffic due to lateness, cleaning momma’s house, etc.—it seems unlikely that I’ll have the energy or will ttlo shoot later. How fortuitous, then, that I decided to make this picture of myself earlier, fully …
