Wick Draft. St Louis Noir # 731

East Belleville

Greek Revival and Italianate homes. The architecture in Belleville is fabulous.

Brick in BLLVLL

From a brickyard in Edwardsville that is still making brick.

Pretty Bellie

So pretty she kissed herself in the mirror and held the pose while I laughed and laughed.

St Louis Noir # 857

I love thread.

All kinds of thread.
This is DMC Floche, a twisted thread made from the finest long fiber cotton, mercerized to create a beautiful finish.

I love Paper

I collect old notebooks with a stitched binding: those days are gone.
I love paper.

Early

My sleep was loaded with you.
We were in a rotating landscape of houses, alleys, garages.
Significant that the alleys were concrete and not black asphalt for white settings dominate my perfect dreams.
The scenes kept shifting but we remained together. We were consistently and successfully dodging something intangible.
You were awkward which charmed me and oddly decisive.
I thought you were tolerating me when a hidden affection escaped through your hands. I caught some of it when an abbreviated smile landed in my hair.
I woke rubbing my head and listening to the cries from various crows as they passed over the house.
I woke smiling.

Working Silence

What's in her heart, she didn't put there, I saidt.

FEAR.

I inadvertently woke Pst who sleeps all day and works in a Lab all night (he's a very white man) with I Love Livin In The City.
I suppose snarlng along with the lyrics out loud was inconsiderate but I was really hankering to hear FEAR'S Fuck Christmas.
Pist: WTF IS THIS!? Me: Hey, you should have seen them live. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=4ptb-4p0198&list=TLPQMzAxMTIwMjNosKZVVXpydw&index=2&ab_channel=KicksInStyle

Antique Umbrella

From my personal collection.
The design of the stretchers beneath the canopy is astonishing.

Whose Street?

The geese crossing the street single file in Tower grove Park.
They are completely out of fucks to give.
Cars were backed up to Roger.

Night crossfade

St Louis Noir #45

Radio Gallery

Fueling the Useless

St. Louis Noir #357. I see Three

Carrie

I've been thinking about Carrie this week. We had some great adventures together and because of her, I met my former beau, Rob Klingon.

This morning I found this ad Carrie had designed for my former retail store, RE:GENERATION.

Carrie was so funny. I often let her push me around because no one else dared. It was hilarious. I'd be at her apartment on Delmar having a conversation with someone when she would open the darkroom door and say, Get in here and print these photos.

Reconfiguring the antique Tiffin Glass collection

Speaking of Zombies

I told him never park that thing on the street. Restock only in the garage. Jaysus.