Today was a beautiful day; I’m so glad the weather has turned around. Except for the fact that it will eventually get hot. I can’t handle the heat. But today was wonderful.

I heard this song today and it was the epitome of the weather and the good vibes of my day. The video is lame, but I like the piano part a lot.

Lemonade in shade with my feet up, definitely!

Going along with the sunshine theme today, I got some sweet new sandals from Gap. I’m always pretty apprehensive about sandals because I usually don’t like things between my toes or straps around my ankles, but these are super comfortable and don’t overwhelm my little baby feet. Plus they’re pretty neutral, so they can go with jeans or dresses.

Being a resident assistant can get pretty limiting as far as doing fun things, or things in general like having a social life, having privacy and alone time, and cooking. I’m really tired of eating cafeteria food so I’m making a new concoction for dinner tonight: couscous with green onion, butter, lemon, garbanzo beans, black pepper and maybe a little Parmesan cheese.

I would love to have some grilled asparagus and a little baby chicken breast, but we’re not really allowed to have grills in the residence halls. At least I can make the couscous in my rice cooker. I can’t wait to live in a space where there is a kitchen!

I am in love with this song by Josh Ritter, The Curse. The lyrics are so beautiful.

He opens his eyes, falls in love at first sight
With the girl in the doorway
What beautiful lines, how full of life
After thousands of years what a face to wake up to

He holds back a sigh as she touches his arm
She dusts off the bed where till now he’s been sleeping
Under miles of stone, the dried fig of his heart
Under scarab and bone starts back to its beating

She carries him home in a beautiful boat
He watches the sea from a porthole in stowage
He can hear all she says as she sits by his bed
Then one day his lips answer her in her own language

The days quickly pass, he loves making her laugh
The first time he moves it’s her hair that he touches
She asks “Are you cursed?” He says “I think that I’m cured”
Then he talks of the Nile and the girls in bullrushes

In New York he is laid in a glass-covered case
He pretends he is dead, people crowd round to see him
But each night she comes round, and the two wander down
The halls of the tomb that she calls a museum

Often he stops to rest, but then less and less
Then it’s her that looks tired, staying up asking questions
He learns how to read from the papers that she
Is writing about him and he makes corrections

It’s his face on her book and more and more come to look
Families from Iowa, upper West-siders
Then one day it’s too much, he decides to get up
And as chaos ensues, he walks outside to find her

She’s using a cane, and her face looks too pale
But she’s happy to see him, as they walk he supports her
She asks “Are you cursed?” but his answer’s obscured
In a sandstorm of flashbulbs and rowdy reporters

Such reanimation, the two tour the nation
He gets out of limos, he meets other women
He speaks of her fondly, their nights in the museum
But she’s just one more rag now he’s dragging behind him

She stops going out, she just lies there in bed
In hotels in whatever towns they are speaking
Then her face starts to set and her hands start to fold
And one day the dry fig of her heart stops its beating

Long ago on the ship, she asked “Why pyramids?”
He said “Think of them as an immense invitation”
She asks “Are you cursed?” He says “I think that I’m cured”
Then he kissed her and hoped that she’d forget that question


I finally named my sweet little field camera, Uta: after Uta Barth. Her work serves as a great inspiration for my most recent body of work. I also just think her images are stunning, but maybe I’m biased.

The problem with thinking about focal points and subjects, whether the photographic subject or observing subject, it the tendency to regard the images blur as a function: the effect of a cause or the means by which we may attempt to orient ourselves to something not immediately evident. This tendency gives the blur a secondary status when obviously it is primary to the work. Functions aside, what does the blur mean? What is it as an end in itself? Because the blur is so inherently intermediate, that is, between visual thingness and nothingness, it is difficult to address such a question directly without interpreting the blur as a sign–and coming up with the visual shopworn readings of it. Instead, being as obtuse as a blur is–and taking our cue from the ‘Ground’ series’ title–we might ask: In what sense, outside of the figure-ground nomenclature, is the blur grounded? This is perhaps not so odd a question, for it can be approached in familiar terms that have been applied to all photographic images.

-Uta Barth, Between Places

Ground #38, 1994

Ground #42, 1994

Field #8, 1997

Untitled (nw 1) from nowhere near, 1999

Untitled (aot 4) from …and of time, 2000

See more of Uta’s work here, or check out her book Between Places.


Duane Michals is one of my favourite photographers. His ability to blend narrative and image is unparalleled. He has several books of his work, but I think the best is The Essential Duane Michals.

Duane Michals


As long as I can remember, my father always said that one day he would write me a very special letter. But he never told me what the letter would be about. I used to try to guess what the letter would contain; what intimate secret the two of us would share, what family mystery could now be rewarded! I know what I had hoped to read in the letter. I wanted him to tell me where he had hidden his affections. But then he died, and the letter never did arrive. And I never did find that place where he had hidden his love.


This photograph is my proof there was that afternoon, when things were still good between us, and she embraced me, and we were so happy. It did happen, she did love me, Look see for yourself!


The second image definitely describes how I’m feeling right now.


To my great folly I realized I didn’t mention probably the most important part of my Monday: chocolate zucchini bread.

This bread… probably the best thing I’ve eaten/made since Persian New Year. It was a bit heavy on the chocolate side (and I’m a true choc-o-holic), but that’s because my friend Amanda decided we needed an extra half a cup of chocolate pieces. There were things omitted or changed from the original on account of lack of proper ingredients–we did this on a whim. You’ll find the original at the link below.

Chocolate Zucchini Bread

Adapted from this  Joy of Baking recipe

  • 1.5 cups shredded raw zucchini
  • 1 cup all-purpose flour
  • 1.5 cup unsweetened cocoa powder
  • 1 teaspoon baking soda
  • 0.25 teaspoon baking powder
  • 0.25 teaspoon salt
  • 0.5 teaspoon cinnamon
  • 0.5 cup unsalted butter
  • 0.5 cup granulated white sugar
  • 0.5 cup light brown sugar
  • 2 large eggs
  • 1 teaspoon pure vanilla extract
  • 0.75 cup semisweet chocolate pieces
  1. Preheat oven to 350°F and place rack in the center of the oven. Grease two 9 x 5 inch loaf pans.
  2. Grate the zucchini with a medium/small sized grater.
  3. Combine flour, cocoa powder, baking soda, baking powder, salt, and cinnamon with the zucchini.
  4. Beat in butter, sugars, eggs and vanilla extract fold in the chocolate chips.
  5. Fill the two loaf pans about a third of the way. Bake for 30-40 minutes.
  6. Wait until bread is cool to remove from the pan.

We used two loaf pans because this bread is really dense and we were concerned the middle wouldn’t be cooked all the way through. It turned out wonderful!


Sorry I’ve been preoccupied lately, but school has been surprisingly busy despite only taking 12 credits. I’m super excited for lots of things right now. My exhibit planning class is going really well, I finally feel like I’m doing what I’ve always said that I’m interested in doing as a career and it just feels so exhilarating because I actually love it! Check out our blog and see all the exciting things going on at LCHM.

I’m also really excited about my first project idea for my conceptual strategic photography class. I know it’s kind of a cop-out that I’ve already taken the class this past fall, but I loved the conceptual aspect and the wonderful Dan Powell, teaching the class. So of course I had to take it again! After I’ve finished printing and flush mounting my work this weekend I’ll be sure to post images here.

Today I was inspired by the beautiful images of Binh Danh; these images were printed with Chlorophyll and Resin.

Binh Danh

Edison R. Phillips 19, 2008

Found Portraits Collection, 2005

Barracked, 2005

Ambush in the Leaf, 2007


The sun is out! It obviously is a result of how fabulous my last post was. Obviously. :] Though the sun is out, it’s still only 50°F outside. It’s okay, at least I don’t have to wear my rain boots today.

Things I’m also excited about today:

  1. Getting my 4×5 camera today! The photo lab opened up so I can start developing and printing today.
  2. First Friday Art Walk tomorrow. It’s kind of like First Thursday in the Pearl, only smaller and more… Eugene-ish.
  3. My AAD-Planning Interpretive Exhibits-class starts tomorrow and we’re planning an exhibit: Tie Dye and Tofu, at the Lane County Historical Museum.
  4. These glass birdies from Crate & Barrel.
  5. This image by Chrissie White from’s 2010 American Photo GoPro Contest
  6. The new pattern making feature at