by joshua heineman

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b u i l d i n g s
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miracles


portraits in red


flickr as a game you cannot win


angelic melancholic


reclaiming


ta beauté
me secoue


context is
excess


camera death


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A photograph of the day slash night divide as it looked from my shoes in the desert.Today is my birthday, as many years as words in this caption.

A photograph of the day slash night divide as it looked from my shoes in the desert.
Today is my birthday, as many years as words in this caption.

Somewhere in Joshua TreeThis sun is strong, draws shadows like a fine-tipped pen.

Somewhere in Joshua Tree
This sun is strong, draws shadows like a fine-tipped pen.

The Third Man

The Third Man

Bombay Beach

Bombay Beach

The Salton Sea at 70 mph. (+)

The Salton Sea at 70 mph. (+)

Imminent sunset.

Imminent sunset.

On San Jacinto Peak, ~ 8 thousand 5 hundred feet (or 42 thousand 5 hundred toes)

On San Jacinto Peak, ~ 8 thousand 5 hundred feet (or 42 thousand 5 hundred toes)

On San Jacinto Peak, ~ 6 thousand feet (or 30 thousand toes)

On San Jacinto Peak, ~ 6 thousand feet (or 30 thousand toes)

by Matea

by Matea

Palm Springs Honeymoon, October 2009 | more to come

Palm Springs Honeymoon, October 2009 | more to come

This night, this room is a lighthouse. This night is a sea. Thick as ink. Menacing.No code, a steady fleet of dreams. No code to read. A steady light. A beam.

This night, this room is a lighthouse. This night is a sea. Thick as ink. Menacing.
No code, a steady fleet of dreams. No code to read. A steady light. A beam.

WHAT'S THE DIFFERENCE BETWEEN DREAM & REALITY?

Discipline.

& my quiescent, demanding 18-year-old self hates that about my 28-year-old self.

(he also hates my taste in music)

All of the brightest things live in the darkest places.
[ expired film ]

All of the brightest things live in the darkest places.

[ expired film ]

I remembered how to play an old favorite. Home alone, & facing a week of such emptiness, I am alternately working on revising a short story, writing a new one & singing songs to the tape recorder.