God Fog

Photo: Church exterior-Antigua, Guatemala. January, 2006

Fashion Statement

Here in the U.S. this particular form of voluntary self-exposure in overweight teenagers is a variation of the muffin top—for obvious reasons. We’ve seen muffins in our high schools for years—particularly in girls. In boys it’s mostly about advertising their new flannel underwear—and they don’t show skin. When I saw it in Italy I was impressed once again with America’s ever-powerful ability to set international fashion trends, no matter how absurd. Anyway, fashion’s fashion, but what’s the message?
Hips are hip.
The world needs to know I wear tight black panties.
I was in such a hurry this morning I could barely get my pants on.
Belts are for pantywaists.
I’m no candy-ass.
Tomorrow I’m wearing a thong.

Photo: Rome, Italy. June, 2007.

There are liars, and then there are liars

Anti-war rallies have always been the best places to go to witness the deep divisions that partisan politics have created in American society. This rally happened down the street from the Bush family's expansive seaside compound and featured rancorous protests and odious utterances on both sides. This guy's sign was a cut above. He drew the interesting distinction between pathological (chronic) liars and psychopathic (abnormal, violent) liars to describe the administration. But forget the nuances. If you examine Bush & Co.'s pre-invasion rhetoric on Iraq and their subsequent conduct of the war, you'll see that either word works just fine. Not that it matters much now. If we've learned anything from all this it's that fooling some of the people some of the time is all it takes.

Photo: Maine, USA - July, 2007

Stone Does Not Rot

Photo: Maine, USA. August, 2006

Let Us Pray

Blow this one up and hang it in the den when rich Uncle Arnold comes for dinner. Maybe he'll see it and include you in his will. Who says God is dead?

Composition & photo: December, 2007

jimmy dee disses shaggy

Photo: Jersey City, New Jersey, USA. April 1978.

Market Crash Scenario

Written in March of 2001, this doomsday fiction sees heartless capitalism replaced by brotherly love. Hmm, perhaps that's a little naive. In any case, here we are seven years later and the greed-mongers have ravaged the market again, much as they've ravaged the earth that feeds it. Meanwhile, a world of frightened little men sits stoically by, waiting for God and the Fed to make it all better.

Composition and photo: January, 2008

Make My Year, Mr. Bush.

Photo: January, 2008
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