reflectiva

Reflectiva - Photoblog from Daniele Cascone

The Wire

You gotta love the Wire. In depth sequence analysis here.

Bloody Sunday

Nicely done.

Yo

Its Yo La Tengo, yo. Incidentally, they're giving a good one away off their new album at their site. It'd be nice for it to play on rotation everytime you visited here.

Find Rob

Has anyone one seen Rob?

Congratulations Jer and Ter!

On your baby girl born yesterday!

MLK 04

A Baltimore Love Thing - 50 Cent

Dream #35282

We were at the city park. For dinner. Some restaurant had started serving dinner in the park. “We’re going to go put our name on the list,” Steve-O said. He and mom walked off and I lay down on the grass. Dad stood there with his hands in his pockets and I looked at him and then closed my eyes. It was early evening and the sun was still shining but I was tired and I dozed off. When I woke up dad was still standing there with his hands in his pockets. Had he noticed I’d been sleeping? I sat up and tried to wipe my eyes but my vision was still blurry. “Hey. I think they got a table, let’s go see if we can find them.” I stood up and my dad walked back behind me and I turned around to follow his blurry figure. The picnic tables were full of people and I found mom and Steve sitting a few tables away. “There they are,” I said and started towards them and my dad followed me. As I got closer I realized it wasn’t them. The two people I thought were mom and Steve sat looking at us. I had no explanation and dad looked at me. “Where are they?” I asked and felt ridiculous. “Let’s look over here,” dad said and I followed his blurry figure and noticed that I was clumsy, the way I was walking. And I followed him between tables until he realized he couldn’t find them either and we walked over to an empty part of the park and dad just stood there. I pulled out my phone, surely they had tried to call. There was no message. “Did they call you?” I asked. “No. I’ll try calling them now,” he said. He dialed my mom’s number and I watched him wait. “Hey guys, where are you? Kev and I are standing here in the park, we’re looking for you. Give us a call, we don’t see you.” "I'm sorry I fell asleep, was I asleep long?" I asked. Dad smiled and breathed through his nose loud enough that I could hear him. "C'mon let's go," he said and I went with him.

Said the Gramophone

Said the Gramophone's got the Arab Strap, here.

Crack'n Wise

At University Hospital last night, after coming through the wheelchair accessible revolving door, an older man walking next to an adolescent boy he introduced to one of the workers as his nephew, said to his nephew, "See, I been here over 10 years now nearly. I started out at the front door as a greeter. We used to sit there and crack on all the people coming in the door, y'know, make fun of 'em and crack jokes. Been longer than 10 years now. See?"

Monster Movie

3hive is featuring Monster Movie in this post

Sand Through Fingers 7

"I drew my name
on the back of a leaf
and I watched it float away"

1st of three paintings...

for Duder's room.

Sand Through Fingers 2

When I was living on Park Avenue in Richmond I had some people from work over to the apartment. I'd been saving change in my change jar for months and so that night I was drinking beer with these guys and rolling all the change and listening to music and talking. I had over $200 by the time we finished. We talked, we smoked, we drank. In the morning when I woke up there was only $175, the money I had saved to go skiing. His name was Chris. To this day I remember his name.

Eleanor, Ryan, and I got in the car one evening and drove in the middle of a blizzard to West Virginia to go skiing with the change money. We finally arrived early in the morning at a "motel" which was really 3 trailers, each split up into 2 rooms and each room was rented out for $45. It was 3:00 AM and we were tired so we rented a room and drank some beer and smoked and ended up waking up at 11:30 AM the next day.

I spent a little under 4 hours trying to teach Eleanor how to ski, only to realize that the mountain did not provide night skiing and day skiing ended at 4:30. For 30 minutes Ryan and I went down as many times as we could and then we piled in the car and drove for 6 hours back to Richmond. When I got back I was too tired to take my things in. I would get them in the morning.

In the morning I went out to the car and someone had punched in my rear passenger side window and stolen my bookbag. In my bookbag was my camera and 3 years worth of journals.

Sand Through Fingers 1

When I was in 11th grade I boarded a Greyhound to Batavia, NY at 7:15 PM to go see a friend of mine I'd met the year before on a missions trip to Jamaica. My luggage, my suitcase, had my clothes, my new Bible, and my only photo album at the time, all the pictures that meant anything to me. I boarded, sat down, put my headphones on, and listened to the Sundays Reading, Writing and Arithmetic.

After 2 hours I took my headphones off and tried to sleep. Someone in the back was snoring so loud the entire bus could hear it while the woman in the seat across the aisle from me dug with her fingers into a can of Spam and threw her head back to toss the meat crumbs in her mouth. Some fell onto her blouse but she never noticed. She had facial hair on her chin. 13 hours later I arrived and my friend and her parents picked me up at the strip mall where the bus let out. The trip was awful. She was cold and seemed unhappy to see me. Her younger brother befriended me and we spent most the time I was there together. She and her brother fought when he called her a "bitch" for not treating her guest well. He took me snowboarding for the first and only time I've ever snowboarded.

We drove, on the last afternoon, for an hour and a half in the snow to her grandmother's house past farmland blanketed in white. Her grandmother doted on me and after lunch, myself and her family sat in the living room and while her parents talked I stared out the back sliding glass door into the field behind the house and watched the wet snow falling quietly. Three generations of that one family on Sunday afternoon, after church.

Her father and her brother drove me to the bus station the next morning and waited for the bus with me. 13 hours later I returned home. My luggage hadn't made it to the bus I had to transfer to in Buffalo, where I sat and and paid $.25 to watch tv on a television attached to the arm of the bus station chair. I lost every photograph I'd owned and my new Bible that had my name on it.

Yesterday's People

Tim Dirven

the belly.

Athabasca River, Jasper, Alberta

A Week in the Provinces

So, I went alone to the Canadian Rockies a couple weeks ago. Without a doubt the best scenery per square kilometer I've ever encountered. More pics to come later, but here's two. The one of the lake was taken in Banff National Park, Alberta. The waterfall is from Yoho N.P. in British Columbia.