a new page of ‘a sad day for kites’. about blindness and birdwatching.
the voodoo king.
never fall in love with a voodoo king.
the first week charms with gasoline breath and mice skulls in your freezer. rope burn mornings. pins and needles up your spine.
eventually the vacant eyes are overbearing and the swamp follows you home.
broken fiddle strings and red roses cover the floor. the smell of mud creeps though the walls and you wake up with needles in your heart and your fingernails missing.
fred took some great photos at the decemberists concert we went to last week.
the show was great, it was in an old church on a canal and we ran in fast to get a seat in the balcony right above the stage. we drank red wine out of the glass jars in my pockets and sang along. the decemberists are super good live. super good.
see more pictures on freds flickr.
being sick is maddening. i’m about to go collect some antioxidants and bring them back to inject straight into my bloodstream. or just eat/drink/eat them. while laying around on the floor feeling all sort of woozy.weary.weathered i took some pictures of things i put on my windowsills.
a wooden fan
some kept time.
and firework giraffe.
potemkin was an alright photo assistant.
also! earlier this week before i was contaminated i made the skeleton a friend in teal.
as promised last week. here is my favorite stop motion project we have made. how to make an old fashioned!
i’m thinking about doing some more ‘recipe’ videos. i think they are pretty cute.
as the days get warmer i want to spend more time outside. much more. so saturday we went over to one of the parks in ‘de pijp’ neighborhood and had a little dutch picnic. kaas, brood, and genever. i finally finally got to use my travel bar!
this is my best antique find of all time. i found it in a new hampshire antique store. i thought it was a binocular case but when i opened it i was elated to find 2 travel decanters. one labeled bourbon, one labeled scotch.
sadly scotch is way expensive in the netherlands and bourbon is practically nonexistent. boo. so i filled it with the local liquor, genever.
we walked back towards the city center, stopped by the apartment to grab glasses and some bottles, and sat by a canal drinking bier until the sun went dim.