You got a big heart, fucker. ❤️
@prideofgypsies @on_the_roam @harleydavidson
That time someone said “Hey, Josh!” and I didn’t answer because I was busy freakin’.
I’ve been studying martial arts for years. It’s no joke. It’s become lethal at this point. Small children thinking it’s funny have not matured enough to know the severity of what they are dealing with. It’s hard not to smile around children but I do my best. It Imparative to stay adult and serious and maybe work in finance. It’s imperative to grow up and no longer have fun, right? Who’s with me!!!
Happy Father’s Day to my Pop’s. Love you like the squeeze you gave me around this age that made me shit my pants so badly you smelled for a week. I love you. ❤️ — Josh
1984 I met Paul. We were doing The Goonies and he was doing the first Pee Wee Herman movie with Tim Burton in the Warner’s Lot. As nice as anyone I’ve ever met since. And through the years random catch ups always brought a smile to my face. He created something really wonderful that brings nothing but smiles. Rest in Peace, my friend. ❤️ #rippaulrubens
Thank you @nashmotorcycleco for gutting and building my @wiscospeedshop ’56 Panhead into glory. Beautiful work. 🤙
Waking up to the sounds of my sleeping family in the foreground as I look out to a pond shrouded in a maritime mist through the window of a house build in the mid-1800’s. WTF?
The love that comes with noticing how lucky I am to even be breathing, not to mention seeinghearingfeelingtouchingtasting it all in little slurps and gargantuan mouthfuls.
Real shiplap facia.
The angles of a special home.
Sobriety throughout all this and that that sobriety has brought me closer to who I was intended to be in the first place.
Knowing that I have aspects of myself I have to work on: letting some of the fight go.
Fish markets.
Being given soft serve by hard, Massachusetts women.
Bookshelves full of random books.
Flying beautifully yesterday.
Beautiful women in all shapes, ages, and sizes.
Living life in a way I really enjoy living it.
Keeping focused on what brings great smiles and moves me.
Not being lazy.
How much I learn from my children.
That I stay grounded and feel that cold soil.
This morning, moved.
Antiques.
Having survived so far.
Going to sleep last night spooning my four year old and feeling her heartbeat in my palm.
This time.
It all being one big long prayer and thanks.
Dear Cormac,
I cry. I cry not only for the loss of you, your whisper chuckle, your toothy smile and your no longer love of a good steak but I cry for the loss of your kind, the one of a kinds, the true adventurers through the institutes of character, and the outliers who know of only one tattered drum to beat. I’m sure there’s something else, somewhere, and if there isn’t I feel confident you’ll create it. Bye bye, my friend. Love is too weak a word right now. ⚡️ Josh
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November 3rd, 2023. Fuck yeah. @dunemovie
I am in a foreign land today. I wake up and see through another window I’m not current with. Outside that window are trees that don’t know me nor do they hold any feeling of who I am. The sun tries to hide but in its purposeful side-flare I am even more blinded by then when before it saw me in pieces.
I ran from where I was thinking that here would embrace me with opened arms. The hope is that there is somewhere in the world that isn’t transient, yet what finds me now is yet another made bed without a hint of life inside it. It’s just me here, like a post-apocalyptic mourning. A sadness lands, and with that discipline tests. Sounds of the recent past resound and memories are made visible using pieces of what feels was just a few days ago: a morano glass sunset, twilight wind-rains that create blue lightening that hit all of us, and that psychic red heat I’ve watched shrivel friends into characters you’ve read about in the pulp novels from the turn of the century.
I have to stay here. I’ll hear the birds soon and my thoughts might knock on some personal door inside my head with flowers and a strange glint in their eye supposing a long hug or something of a soft rub mid-back might be in order.
Very few people give a shit about anything but what they want. There is a threshold that most people want to be enticed to cross and with great praise they will. Without the attention, they will sit, and they will shrivel, and they will wallow in an ill-reality that nobody has ever cared.
And when that sucker that comes along cares, they will do everything in their power to sabotage that effort and make the person feel bad that they noticed them and wanted to reach out in the first place.
There is a window I awaken to, and through that window I see a forest of flowers who all are yelling something in unison that I cannot, for the life of me, hear. I’ll rest my heavy head on the pane, and wait patiently for it to break. 💎
I like being out here directing.
@leicacamerausa
No fucking poem allowed. ❤️
Like the sea that tosses the child’s imagination your eyes ingratiate with a weather that I can only bring myself to celebrate under its spell. It’s a look that always chose yes and definitively decided to go. Though there is a natural dimming that comes with age, when you have lived the life of great love, what’s stoic behind that natural fade still rises tall. And through those windows of that chosen and brave life, you can see ascending beyond any age, diamonds in evidence for all that live above the black coal that defines our ignorant youth, but now survives itself into a crystalline and perfect clarity.
(This is my friend @larsulrich father, Tørben, shot by the great @lee_jeffries) I was so moved by this shot and one other that he had taken. These are the faces I want to get to know, because these are the faces that hold the stories that so much good has been built on. There is a vulnerability and resilience that shines. Lee captured the duality of that intimacy as only his photographs can.
Once in a while things converge and how we are ever so lucky to witness it. @metallica #72seasons
What is a mother?
What is a mother but that tucked sheet under your chin with the face a little too close when she says goodnight and you feel her breath hot and the dessert you might have shared together tickles your nostrils. What is a mother but that hand that you grab as fear attacks (and how it is all so suddenly scary) and that hand feels like a thousand militaries on your side because you know she’d fight to the death for you and it makes you, in your own little secret way, smile to yourself. What is a mother but a she whom creates a home deep within the gut made of soft macrame and a few even softer stuffed animals that squeak when you least expect it. And what is a mother but that which you do, my dear: when you can’t call because the kids are running too far East and too far West and you’ve stretched your arms out as far as biology will allow — and that’s when what is a father and what is a son and what is a daughter kicks in to run into those open working arms and thank you with wild abandon and grace; because when you’re a mother it is the stock that all our flavor pulls from and from whence all our character grows. Happy Mother’s Day to @kathrynbrolin #debbyadair #crazyjane @barbrastreisand, @copelandboyd @djboydbrown22 and all the other mothers out there who are passionate about it all. ❤️❤️❤️❤️💎
Mama tried.
I don’t know if there is a better sound out there (or at least one that hits me/us more deeply) than @chrisstapleton & @morganestapleton — their hospitality, humor, friendship, and the down-home demeanor that permeates out of every single employee humbles and excites.
@kathrynbrolin and I left @isleta.amphitheater inspired and ready to take note of all those people that bring together instead of shred apart. That’s the power of music, art, film, and the long ago art (but it still exists) of communal campfire storytelling.
Much love and thanks to you The Stapleton’s and their crew for bringing so much of the good shit.⚡️⚡️⚡️💎❤️
I don’t know if there is a better sound out there (or at least one that hits me/us more deeply) than @chrisstapleton & @morganestapleton — their hospitality, humor, friendship, and the down-home demeanor that permeates out of every single employee humbles and excites.
@kathrynbrolin and I left @isleta.amphitheater inspired and ready to take note of all those people that bring together instead of shred apart. That’s the power of music, art, film, and the long ago art (but it still exists) of communal campfire storytelling.
Much love and thanks to you The Stapleton’s and their crew for bringing so much of the good shit.⚡️⚡️⚡️💎❤️
It’s the bandits, the exposed, the misfits and brave I’ve always been attracted to: the reality for its shadow and the shadow for its freedom. I never much understood anything less than wild abandon.
You tell me. What is it that you yearn for? What’s your little mermaid mind thinking of? Do you fly on warm wings toward those things that make the tummy chuckle, or are you just weathering the storm of hormones that pop and churn?
I watch you awed for longer than what feels like my time here. Nothing is wasted and all are bonus points. Your light allows my eyes to see. Your little heart is bigger in me than any universe I never knew was there in the first place. (Sissy and Mama in the background)
Once in a while you’re able to snap a shot of your friends in their most naked and natural state. Laughter flows freely and a communal ease blankets warm and sings the body electric.
@officialrebeccaferguson #oscarisaac @venicefilmfestival @dunemovie @leicacamerausa
— This morning I feel. This morning doesn’t contract with worry or what the collective leashed might think. This morning feeds the explosive; and expression may come in fits and giggles but who cares but the Gods that laugh or cry during our loneliest banters with a self. Insanity attacks us nowadays more than ever, children shot as they play, the homeless and wealthy alike lashing out at the ghouls of their polluted fragility, but here is the weird reminder that humanness is our through line and that humanness has alternate expressions. This is ancient. This has been since the beginning. This, no matter, will prevail if we remember and act. Dance the dance you chose but dance nonetheless. Dance until your sleep becomes you. 💎⚡️
@lacontemporarydance
@sarasilkin
@bizarredoctor
Into the sea we rode: loud, naked, and with not one cell of laughter left. 💎
An outtake of @brianbowensmith #bbsdrivebys @kathrynbrolin @harleydavidson
