you are beauty // 

zeb/ december 27, lake ontario webster ny 

christmas has always been my favorite holiday. theres something mystical about being surrounded by the warmth of family when the other side of the window hosts a snowstorm or blizzard. this year has been a beautiful year, a year of many changes. i am so thankful for everything that has happened and so blessed to be surrounded by such caring and compassionate people. as i get older, i find it increasingly important to step back and reflect on everything thats going on because its so easy to become blinded by the habits and routine that we seem to  fall into. traveling always helps me remember. as i sit here at home in rochester right now i reflect on my life in new york city and i am moved close to tears. i am so abundantly thankful for everything - people ive met, love, places, things, sights, sounds, art, words, images - everything. i love, i love and i am so thankful.

/mitchell, february 14 syracuse ny

// memory, mark weaver

don't go far off, not even for a day
don't go far off, not even for a day, because -
beacuse - i don't know how to say it: a day is long
and i will be waiting for you, as in an empty station
when the trains are parked off somewhere else, asleep.

don't leave me, even for an hour, because
then the little drops of anguish will all run together,
the smoke that roams looking for a home will drift
into me, choking my lost heart.

oh, may your silhouette never dissolve on the beach;
may your eyelids never flutter into the empty distance.
don't leave me for a second, my dearest,

because in that moment you'll have gone so far
i'll wander mazily over all the earth, asking,
will you come back? will you leave me here, dying?


//pablo neruda

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allons! whoever you are come travel with me!

traveling with me you find what never tires.

the earth never tires,

the earth is rude, silent, incomprehensible at first, Nature is rude and incomprehensible at first,

Be not discouraged, keep on, there are divine things well envelop'd,

i swear to you there are divine things more beautiful than words can tell.

allons! we must not stop here,

however sweet these laid-up stores, however convenient this dwelling we cannot remain here,

however shelter'd this port and however calm these waters we must not anchor here,

however welcome the hospitality that surrounds us we are permitted to receive it but a little while.

// song of the open road, whitman <3

bodycollector linked to my work!

// white horse, twin peaks: fire walk within me, david lynch 1992

// zebadiah, thanksgiving 2009, stratford ct

the sky stems from your beauty

'whoever you are, i fear you are walking the walk of dreams,

i fear these supposed realities are to melt from under your feet and hands,

even now your features, joys, speech, house, trade, manners, troubles, follies, costume, crimes, dissipate away from you,

your true soul and body appear before me,

they stand forth out of affairs, out of commerce, shops, work, farms, clothes, the house, buying, selling, eating, drinking, suffering, dying.

whoever you are, now i place my hand upon you, that you be my poem,

i whisper with my lips close to your ear,

i have loved many women and men, but i love none better than you.'

// excerpt from 'to you' by walt whitman, leaves of grass

i think 

about you 

often -

and i 

often think -

and no matter

how hard 

i try 

to imagine

you

not being

able 

to imagine

how beautiful

you are,

i cannot

imagine

it.

// no matter, new york november 2009

i was interviewed by the italian blog noirpink, it can be viewed here (in italian)
thanks pier!


also, a happy 17th birthday to my brother evan

// we both laugh a lot when we are together, times at home webster ny 2008

this is really beautiful.

// letchworth state park, december 2008 & margaret, syracuse ny march 2009

hi december.

oh man, i feel so overwhelmingly blessed today.

thank you universe.