1/9 ABANDONED STATION UPTOWN.

CHAUNCIE GARDENER.

Take what you can get, even if it's sleeping on a fold-out beach chair with a towel for the chest and my winter jacket sleeves for your legs.

UNDERNEATH IT ALL.

You know when you walk over those grates in the city where you flick your cigarettes and drop your gum and think you'll get electrocuted? Well it's pretty fun hanging out down there looking up at the skirts walking by. Super old photo, lunch break, 1998.

BIZARRE BRANCH OF THE FREEDOM TUNNEL.

AS HIGH AS WE COULD GET.

This is an old photograph, it's got that I just started trying out photo-tricks thing going on, which photographers get over soon enough. I think it works for this photo though, it was the only way to capture the fact that we were looking down on the entire city in the middle of the night. Try to find a high scaffolding and climb it. With the wind howling like hell I was a bit scared, thinking eventually the whole scaffolding was going to sway over and into the Chicago river.

WANDERING EYES.

I really like that song by Gil Scott Heron, where he sings, "We've got to do something, to save the children."

SEPTEMBER 11TH.

I took these photo's on 9-11 and 9-12. It's bizarre, that whole day. I saw the first one billowing from the train and then by the time I was in the tunnel the second one was about to get hit. Too much to talk about, it could fill a book. But here are a couple photographs from that period.
Unfortunately, I had a throw-away camera that I picked up that morning and had some seriously insane shots, probably crazier than anything I could have ever shot. Junky camera or not it's whats happening that makes the shot. And everything about that day was nuts. It's really too bad that two days later, for reasons I cannot explain, a police officer who was probably having a pretty rough week took my head, slammed it into a tile wall, and then smashed my throw away camera into a number of pieces. A little voice in my head screamed out "Nooooooooooooooooo."
Damn, I think about that camera all the time. All the time.

INTOXICATED ON MILWAUKEE AVENUE.

RAINY NIGHT.

RAINY DAY.

SOMETHINGS FISHY.

I thought this was hilarious. Unaware of who the culprit was, it was surprising that someone would take the time to clean out a hand soap container, fill it with water, and place a fish in there to look me right in the eye when I was ready to degerminate.

DO WHAT YOU WANT, EVEN WHEN YOU DON'T WANT TO.

MY NEW DIGS.

Another Heidleberg Project masterpiece. The art is an extended rad, the guy kinda pissed me off.

WRAP IT UP.

Some people love their kicks so bad they wrap them in plastic bags so they can't even get dusted.

WATERBOARDING.

BREAKIN' 2 ELECTRIC BOOGALOO.

TURN IT ALL OFF, NOBODY ELSE EXISTS.

I got a letter in the mail today from my friend Scott, he wrote me, "The internet is no place for pictures and no place for real exposure. That's your lifes work, try to get it on a wall even if it is only in your own home. Fuck the internet!!!"
I thought that bit of letter writing fit well with this picture. The tangible man who whisks himself away and finds a minute of time to himself, sandwiched between the traffic of uptown Broadway.