Nobodaddies
Private acquisition will also be considered.
Odds and Ends
From the Magazine
The Profession That Does Not Exist
Writing itself can serve as a form of spiritual recovery from the labor that funded it.
Bad Lieutenants
Every uniform suggests the prospect of removal.
Parking Lot Paradiso
The cliché rings true: life finds a way.
Brain Rot Without Borders
A forum on brain rot across the globe.
No, Maybe
I think of a grudge as a stubborn obstacle, a thorn, an ugly word. I’ve talked to photographers about this before, in a book I edited called Photo No-Nos: Meditations on What Not to Photograph.
Helium Quality Targets
Who really wants to be a cowboy?
Enter the Wagon
Look upon my backseat bloodshed, ye mighty, and despair.
Close Range
Carrying on the family way.
And What Kind Are You?
The lack of a moniker meant you had no clan, no land, and thus no past.
What the Water Gave Me
This project began as an accident.