June 2009
25 posts
Note 1
It’s very interesting to watch a person change over a course of the year. I’m not used to it, maybe because for most my life everyone stayed the same. To see someone change for the better brings so much hope, really. But to see some one change to be more bitter and not their usual self makes me feel sad. — Sometimes I wish I could be the same as before, but people never live...
“As for me, I’m deciding to stop taking rejection personally; to not...”
– Jessica Misener
that dancefloor was rigid, man.
1: there was the danceflo
1: and i am so rigid! haha
2: ooooh lalas
2: rigid?
2: like COOL RIGID?
2: or ... rigid..
1: wait how is rigid cool?
1: haha
2: i don't know..
2: haha
2: i thought it was one of those cool words
2: like AW MAN THAT WAS SOOO RIGID
2: AWESOMEEEE
keep it real, keep it real
and have a little faith. God is good. Let these words not leave my lips: God is good.
in Jesus’ name, amen.
silence is golden
I am surrounded by good folk. Thanks God.
Oh, what little precious time we have left!!
I will miss everything and everyone dearly. But the thing about life is that life always goes on.
Aperture Mag 2008
WM: There is a considered calm in your writing, and a leaning toward explication, rather than screaming, in your pictures--yet they provoke powerful emotional responses from t heir viewers/readers. You must feel anger, even rage, at some of what you witness and photograph. Have you ever been so overwrought you could not, or would not, make a picture?
PJG: No, I've always been able to take the picture. I attempt to channel my anger into the tip of my forefinger as I press the shutter. I've often said, perhaps tritely, that one can't focus with tears in one's eyes. My view is that a photographer who becomes emotional is as useless as a surgeon who faints at the sight of blood. I may have shed pints of tears over what I've seen, but only later, when editing and printing pictures.
“For me, using the simplest of words, I want to look at a photograph and learn...”
– Philip J. Griff
“bah tumblr is whatever… the most amazing things you write private and...”
– K
Charlie & the Chocolate Factory
Charlie: Sorry we're late, we were brainstorming.
Grandpa: Ah, I thought I heard thunder!
Trash Gets a Second Chance →
In bulging trash bags and recycling bins, they make their way to the fourth-floor attic of a brownstone one block east of Union Square: bottle caps and wine corks, wood scraps and pebbles, vinyl records and even someone’s dental X-rays.
This is the Materials Center at Beginnings Nursery School, where things that outlive their original use come to be cleaned, sorted and repurposed for children’s...
thunderstorms
in rigid eyes and Tuesday nights no words to speak but a rotten mouth and a lost airplane
golden boy
hair the color of darkest straw eyes squinting at the sun shoulders sag; sitting atop a motor cycle behind his daddy’s back lips the color of dark pure pink tanned skin in the sparkling sunset looks like a kid straight outta Rockwell.
“Saving the environment is in style, but concern for the workers who make our...”
– Kelsey Timmerman 