Episode 8 is out, cowgirl’s in 👀 @jameslandryhebert @1883official @paramountplus #1883TV #paramountplus
torn between the pot and the shotgun. And episode 9 is out there within reach (these two, two of my favorite humans 🖤) @1883official #paramountplus #1883tv 👀 @emersonmiller
torn between the pot and the shotgun. And episode 9 is out there within reach (these two, two of my favorite humans 🖤) @1883official #paramountplus #1883tv 👀 @emersonmiller
somewhere in Oklahoma, shooting cowboys on atvs, @cincojohnson messing around with my camera
somewhere in Oklahoma, shooting cowboys on atvs, @cincojohnson messing around with my camera
I threw my Dunning in front of my Kruger towards my apartment, stepping on uneven tiles, guilt, and fear of other people’s greed overcoming mine. And dog pee. Everyone always says “you can do anything”. Surely no one will be upset. I’m simply rising up to the expectations. Finally home, I poured the ocean right where my carpet would be if I hadn’t forgotten it at the cleaners. Where you can still see the discolored rectangle never available to the sun and the ocasional spills. I filled the edges first, like it were a puzzle. By the time I was done, there was nothing left in the ladle but a few bandaids of dough like the ones left on the walls of my mom’s enamel bowl, right after she was done transferring the apple cake into the oven. Using the original kitchen instrument, my right index finger, I scraped those walls clean of my favorite part of every single one of her cakes, a mouthful of soft my mom said will breed frogs in my little belly. And when the ladle was clean, I ate off the floor. I ate it all. And that day became the day I ate the ocean. The doughy sweet and sour taste of 20 something years ago. If you missed it too, next time I see you, I’ll open my mouth and let you listen to it. (2/2) #leicalosers #35mmfilm #analogphotography #ishootfilm #ibelieveinfilm #filmisnotdead #magazine35mm #somewheremagazine #infilmwetrust #777luckyfish #broadmag
Hi. Thanks for never failing to surprise me. Even all the scraps, I could pretty much cash in on. Almost all. Have yet to squeeze a moral out of why they gave my cat away twice in the middle of the night when I was 5 but the second pee stain on the carpet stayed with us longer than that cat could have lived. So I still win. There’s a lot of gratitude talk going around but I feel like I’m finally ready for it. Thus far, I’ve been going through you like I shower; I hop on one side to get the water out of the left ear whilst the right one is getting flooded and then I switch and then they switch and I eventually give up, but not before I can’t hear out of both years and not without a minimum of 3 hops a side. This year, I’m gonna try to stop the hop. Maybe I will stop opting out in airports too. It’s hard saying no to a free patting. If I could get a date with a lavender smelling woman, that might help. If not, I’m sure you have some scraps on the agenda for me. Thanks for the everyday reminder that the gift of you is the only thing I’ll receive for free. Life, you’ve been good to me. Don’t stop. I’m always aaalmost happy. So close. One last hop #leicalosers #35mmfilm #analogphotography #ishootfilm #ibelieveinfilm #filmisnotdead #magazine35mm #somewheremagazine #infilmwetrust #777luckyfish #broadmag
I don’t like sashimi but I like to eat cooked food by the ocean. It’s one way to feel at home although the ocean was nowhere to be found when I was born and we favored corn flakes and smoked chicken in my house. Most days. It was one of those days, while sitting on a rock and working on my grilled salmon, when I stared at the ocean’s feet longer than ever before. They didn’t look happy. No feet ever do, do they? They work the hardest and deserve better. A union perhaps. The truth is, more often than not, they’re ugly and rigid like a pekingese. Feet that is. Someone who’s opinion I pay for said I can be overly critical so I closed my eyes and I drenched its sanctity the feet thought in a mouthful of ocean spray and seaweed. And then, when safe enough from my own self, I opened my eyes again. The feet, now angry, were wrestling their way into a nihilistic body of flour. Sitting in the middle of it covered in flour repellent skin would be my idea of happily ever after. If anyone asked. It’s what George would have wished for right after velvet. Then it occurred to me that all I want is to live in flour. That was the day I stole the ocean. With one swing of a ladle. (1/2) #leicalosers #35mmfilm #analogphotography #ishootfilm #ibelieveinfilm #filmisnotdead #magazine35mm #somewheremagazine #infilmwetrust #777luckyfish #broadmag #n8zine
happy father’s day. I wish I had your phone number to call and tell you that I pinch myself every day at 5 am to make sure I’m not dreaming when our child is sitting on my back tapping my head asking for breakfast. I think of you every time I catch her playing twister while drinking water out of the toilet bowl. Or when she races around the house sounding like she just swallowed a dove in the middle of a stool high episode. Her vagus nerve is the most thoughtful dowry a father could give. Thank you for bringing so much joy and hair in my apartment. I wish I remembered what you looked like or your name but I’m pretty sure she gets her hair from you. I know it because mine doesn’t itch. Most days I’m fine but today I wish you could be here and make this train stop because she keeps growing every day and she only eats organic food. Or at least make it slow down during inflation. If by any chance you see this, please send some mackerel or bream. I presume she takes after you in that way too because I tried feeding her some of my sauerkraut and she cried. Thank you. You are best dad #fathersanddaughters
