Waikiki Beach III. Twelfth From Vacation Series.

Me and my siblings at the playground at Troutbeck, a conference center in Zimbabwe, 1992.

Luther Owen and family. Circa 1890s.

Memphis, TN. 1970s.

I turned 30 on November 18th. It’s been a magical week with white roses, projections of Kurosawa films, dancing, champagne, friends, family, and one huge party with a haiku competition. This year’s haiku theme: me. Memphis, TN. 2015.

I went to Iceland by myself from 18 July through 26 July. I recommend everyone go on a solo trip if you are able.

Pictures in order:

1) Me in the airplane bathroom on the way there. Why not?

2) From the top of Helgafell. Nice mountain hike.

3) Recreated Viking ship you could walk around in at the Viking Museum.

4) Stekkjarkot, a peat/sod house lived in until the 1940s

5) Graffiti on Laugavegur in Reykjavik

6) I received two hand-poke tattoos from Habbe Nero at Icelandic Tattoo Corp.

7) Dinner at Dill Restaurant. I’m eating beef cheek and rutabaga there.

8) The gorgeous opera/music hall Harpa in downtown Reykjavik. Made me cry.

9) Me at Yoko Ono’s Imagine Peace Tower on Viðey Island

10) Afangar, a set of basalt columns around Viðey Island by Richard Serra

My grandfather (far left), my father (third from left), and my uncle (in the pimp fur coat). Circa 1975. Memphis, TN.

January 30.

2019 disambiguated body shots

Me, yesterday. 16 January 2017. Taken by my dear friend Jenny Lederer.