Coffee; filter
I peer from the door and walk into the smell of burnt coffee and your potent gaze. We talk about milk brands and your dirty fingernails. With my cup, I withdraw; kindly.
Brooklyn, NY: 24 November 2010
(Source: terinphotographs.blogspot.com)
Jeri’s Banksy tattoo, Northglenn, CO: 12 June 2010
Jeri blogs at: http://newmoondarksky.tumblr.com/
Self portrait, from a series called I live from the neck up.
Golden Hill, San Diego, California: 13 May 2012
My swirling wants,a self portrait
Golden Hill, San Diego, California: 10 July 2012
A Valediction Forbidding Mourning
Adrienne Rich, 1971
[…]
A last attempt: the language is a dialect called metaphor.
These images go unglossed: hair, glacier, flashlight.
When I think of a landscape I am thinking of a time.
When I talk of taking a trip I mean forever.
I could say: those mountains have a meaning
but further than that I could not say.
To do something very common, in my own way.
![”[…]the very moment of the photo, immediately passed, irreversible, hence always nostalgic.”
—Jean Baudrillard, Photography, Or The Writing Of Light
Photo of me from the scrapbook, Northglenn, CO: early-mid 1990’s](http://25.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lpzvwnIBcB1qmj6xqo1_500.jpg)

