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19 Jun The Sun Shines Again for Me

Growing up in Chapel Hill, I often came across a local magazine called "The Sun". As a kid interested in punk rock I was vaguely repelled by its intense hippie vibe. As a young photographer I was excited by the possibility of having some of my photos published in its pages. "The Sun" featured interviews with thinkers and healers, fiction,...

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04 Jun The Orwellian Award

Next week the Municipal Arts Society is going to give their annual Jacqueline Kennedy Onasis Medal to Bruce Ratner and MaryAnne Gilmartin. This award was created to honor Ms. Onasis' preservation efforts. Giving it to Bruce Ratner makes as little sense as giving President Barack Obama the Nobel Peace Prize. The Historic Districts council feels the same way. “We claim no ownership...

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02 Jun A Fable

Imagine for a moment that you move to a place where you don’t know the customs, or speak the language. It feels like you are living in a dream most of the time, and things don’t make sense in ways that you can’t put into words. While you can quietly observe what’s going on, when you try to speak or...

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28 May Confusing the Body to Exploit the Mind

When I was in college I started a band with some friends. We played noisy chaotic music. When we were putting out our first 7 inch single we added the phrase “confusing the body to exploit the mind” to the cover art. The idea of getting lost in music to access some part of the mind that one was normally...

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16 May The Day the KKK Came To Town

I started taking pictures voraciously in high school, and took many of the pictures in the school newspaper and the yearbook. However, the day after graduation was the first time I photographed what could be called a news event. I have no visceral memories from that day. I can’t tell you what it felt like, and I can’t really remember snapping...

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