dear fellow young ones

don't pathologize

give it up for the epic journey
to flinging yourself at this brick wall
again and again
until your bruises are beautiful

much love

Last image is by old friend and talented conduit, Matthu Stull.


“Nobody tells this to people who are beginners, I wish someone told me. All of us who do creative work, we get into it because we have good taste. But there is this gap. For the first couple years you make stuff, it’s just not that good. It’s trying to be good, it has potential, but it’s not. But your taste, the thing that got you into the game, is still killer. And your taste is why your work disappoints you. A lot of people never get past this phase, they quit. Most people I know who do interesting, creative work went through years of this. We know our work doesn’t have this special thing that we want it to have. We all go through this. And if you are just starting out or you are still in this phase, you gotta know its normal and the most important thing you can do is do a lot of work. Put yourself on a deadline so that every week you will finish one story. It is only by going through a volume of work that you will close that gap, and your work will be as good as your ambitions. And I took longer to figure out how to do this than anyone I’ve ever met. It’s gonna take awhile. It’s normal to take awhile. You’ve just gotta fight your way through.”

— Ira Glass


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The light in LA is marvelously saturated and creamy. I was able to get over to the Getty yesterday and took these shots. (more to follow)


I need to get better at documenting where I get these images from...
anyhoo, a few from the archives. The top one's of my very own rust collection.
Small, but extremely well edited. It's all about quality, not quantity.
Only the best will do.


You may have noticed a schizoish comings and goings of assorted videos and images on bonebikebird lately. I have decided to keep all video and audio content on my new and more casual tumblr blog, serving as a repository for news, views, random ideas, thoughts, obsessions and expressions. This page will remain the main go to for my photography, image musings, color collections and inspired outbursts. Both remain a work in progress which is really the beauty of this medium to begin with, right!?


Edward Steichen, Gallant Fox, Long Island, New York, 1930.


The last scud of day holds back for me,
It flings my likeness after the rest and true as any on the shadow'd wilds,
It coaxes me to the vapor and the dusk.

I depart as air, I shake my white locks at the runaway sun,
I effuse my flesh in eddies, and drift in lacy jags.

I bequeath myself to the dirt to grow from the grass I love,
If you want me again look for me under you boot-soles.

You will hardly know who I am or what I mean,
But I shall be good health to you nevertheless,
And filter and fibre your blood.

Failing to fetch me at first keep encouraged,
Missing me one place search another,
I stop somewhere waiting for you.

-Walt Whitman


I have been feeling the beauty of this season very intensely lately. Perhaps it is my new found exploring freedom, a freedom which is, in fact, tailor made for searching out moods and colors. Perhaps it's the rich nostalgic shades of autumn, my favorite season, as faded greens turn lusty gold and reds burn bright and vivid. There is a stillness in the air, a stillness that can be described as all at once frenetic and deeply patient.

The photos above are of the Hendrickson's property in Bridgehampton. Hendrickson's Bike Repair has long since been shut down, but back in the day when we were but wee ones, my mother used to bring us here to get our bikes fixed.
So the picture quality here is not very good, but I think the expression on Breuer's face as he eyes his disheveled devotees makes up for it.  What I wouldn't give to be a part of that line up.  Erich Consem├╝ller, Marcel Breuer accompanied by his "harem" (l-r: Martha Erps, Katt Both, Ruth Hollos). 1927