" out of town, out of sight, but not out of heart. "

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and off he went, into the great wide wilderness of portland, maine. nothing but the snow-bound stained city behind him; weeping friends and silent bars now shut down, he left in a wisp and a hand which waved a wave of sober-glee and somberness.

no one knew when he would return, but all clutched their chests to subdue the pain of his departure. the traveler had moved on.

(i'm actually going to be back monday, so yeah...don't worry. new photos to come soonly enough for the two of you who still read this sizzling blog of intrigue.)

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" simple simple "

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i'm thinking about the things that i want to do today. it dawns on me that i am too hungry to think. i'm warming up some leftover lasagna in the microwave oven. it is tangy and meaty with the textures still firm, and pliant in all of the right places. it sets my stomach at ease, and my mind at rest.

i'm returning to my room, not hungry anymore. i'm realizing that my feet and hands are too cold to think. for the rest of today, i believe i will sit here and have cold appendages while dreaming of future meals.

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" i maaaaaade it (in one sense)!!! "

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bay pwns gothamist, but not really, but SO really!

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" alone times in the city are more apparent when you're underground "

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i wake up to empty wide tunnels underground. there are curious echoes all around which resound like far off metallic roars. after a while, when it becomes more silent, i can hear my feet shuffling along the platform as i walk back and forth.

i wonder to myself, how many more cumulative hours in my life i will spend on platforms like this, waiting for trains to arrive.

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" this night has been one long journey into day "

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the city the city, resplendent beauty. take me into your wide open arms, and deliver me into the cold cold night.

this street curb, this broken public payphone. this homeless man with his stringed-cup necklace. the poetry of dusk turns into early morning reverie.

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" gobleted maker's makes a mark "

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" interior of the exterior "

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she plied open my fist with her slender fingers and brushed her fingertips in my exposed palm.

tiny sensations shot like electricity through my wrist, down the length of my forearm, up through the meat of my biceps and shoulders, and from there, spread like a slow-burning wildfire throughout my entire body.

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" she loves him so much "

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happy obama day!

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" last light of the day & various sealed meats "

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the last time i saw the sun, it was gleaming off the window on the school building across the street from my apartment building.

it held a gentle dusky glow and maintained its reflection enough to shine a true and deep blood-orange, before succumbing to the blue of night.

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" winter for the birds, and the light fantastic "

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it was 12 degrees outside my window on friday. the streets were not filled with snow, but the remnants of a salt-chemistry, which left a barren expanse of corrosives everywhere.

the sky was clear and the sun shone brightly as it blazed defiant. i could not feel my feet below me as they rested on the cold floors of my room. each one of my toes became a distant memory of physical sensation, and for a time it felt as if i had no feet at all.

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" finding your way through all of the muck "

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worked yesterday and then basically went out all night to various bars and restaurants, getting in at just around 4am, so you know. no time to post.

but in light of the minuscule lull, enjoy these two shots:

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" through the looking glass, i saw nothing there "

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" a bright future for some "

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" sunset from the other side of the heez "

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" today the sun set at 4pm, while the moon crept up from behind "

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" when you're 29, you have to shave off silly facial hair, i think...well in any case, i did"

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" wellsir, that happened "

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it's my birthday today. i'm 29 years old and i am trying to figure out if i'm doing any better than at this point last year.

i'm not sure if it's something that should be thought of in terms of either/or, but as we do tend to complicate most things by creating two categories of yes or no, black or white, better or worse, who can say?

i have a whole slew of pluses and minuses really; it's just what happens when time rolls along. i do want to say that i feel older, wiser, better at my craft, and in the least more content. and if you were to ask, i'm not sure how i'd answer. it'd probably rely on the amount of beer i've just consimed or the people i'm hanging out with at the moment.

my heart hurts, my body is less than ideal, i have messed up TMJ afflictions, and i am really, really, really unsure of a great many things.

how depressing is that?

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today is my birthday. i'm 29 years old today, and i'm doing fantastic! i have been able to support myself through my photography for the past year and a half. i'm continuously making new contacts and friends, and i feel like breakthroughs are endlessly coming into focus.

i like to cook all the time. delicious, healthy meals which are sumptuous on small levels and warm the soul. nyc is a great place to be making your visions manifest; the rewards being the sweet recognition at the end of a long arduous path of hard work and determination.

last year was super rad, and this year is just another swath of time that will reaffirm my every hope and desire. this is the year, as all new years are "the year." the year of positive change, of optimism, or strength, or wisdom, of everything you wish it to be and more.

how awesome is that?

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today is my birthday. i'm 29 years old today, and it's going to be fine despite everything. i think that it lies somewhere in between, as it always does.

as it always has been.

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tonight's homework:

make a checklist of immediate and attainable goals, and then go down the list and check the shit out of those tiny little boxes. we're going to do great things this year, and there's never a horrible time to begin.

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" as the snow started to fall today, i saw a pretty thing "

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" made in the light "

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" even when you wake up hungover at 7am, there's beauty in the world "

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" well, shoot... "

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...there goes that new year's resolution.

i was going to transition into this haphazardly updated blog thing, a sort of photo-a-day, so i could feel like i was actually putting my eye to work.

and by the looks of this, the third day of the new year, there are no photos to be uploaded. so i guess instead of feeling remorse over another conceptual glass of spilled milk, i'll try my darnedest to follow through with at least the proper number, if not the proper chronology of photos.

so here we go (even though the new internets always gots the faceboo)!

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