throughout all seasons

ending long weekends

But, as the sun sets on Sunday, the cars take up their spots on the sidewalks again, and the people come limping and sore to their benches and gathering spots, swapping stories about that other never ending project they all have...

oranges in bloom

"I decided to paint my kitchen." "I've meant to it for the last 20 years."

full bench insulation

Newspapers, the latest Kaufland ad, pieces of butt sized styrofoam, and other various scraps. Today however....


fried fish in front of the kalkan.


full ash trays and cardgame scoresheets in the morning light. . . . . . . .


"to live is to leave traces" - Walter Benjamin

spaces for gathering

When apartments are designed by minimums, and guests at home are traditionally a big ordeal, neighbors create their gathering spaces outside.. . . . . . . .

bisetka reflections

the boundaries of privacy in the space of facebook became a whole lot more confusing.

for the mice

"She went there to be an architect, and we live here.... where the mice run up and down our pipes."