my addiction to echinacea.
…
with a steamy cup of thermaflu in one hand
and a snotty kleenex in the other,
i have never been further from india than i am,
right.
this.
instant.
…
…
it’s better than nothing.
right?
…
.one too many.
…a place for waste…
CANEPARI MAKES PHOTOS
CANEPARI MAKES VIDEOS.
CANEPARI IS NOW IN…
CANEPARI’S NEXT STOP MIGHT BE…
THE PAST.
- January 2012
- December 2011
- November 2011
- October 2011
- September 2011
- August 2011
- July 2011
- June 2011
- May 2011
- April 2011
- March 2011
- February 2011
- January 2011
- December 2010
- November 2010
- October 2010
- July 2010
- June 2010
- May 2010
- April 2010
- March 2010
- February 2010
- January 2010
- December 2009
- November 2009
- October 2009
- September 2009
- August 2009
- July 2009
- June 2009
- May 2009
- April 2009
- March 2009
- February 2009
- January 2009
- December 2008
- November 2008
- October 2008
- September 2008
hodgepodge.
- abbreviated daylight
- aphotoeditor
- fecalface
- hamburger eyes
- HAZARDOUS HARRY
- iscreamyouscream
- keith bedford
- livebooks
- love bryan
- mediastorm
- multimedia muse
- PANOS
- raw file – WIRED
- sanjit das
- Widmer
recent triumphs.
- IDFA loves California
- IHT – India and Wall Street
- IHT – India’s New Magazines
- IHT-delhi’s cow catchers
- LA Times – Artists in Kashmir
- Le Monde in Pashto
- Le Monde in Punjabi
- NYT – Nissan in India
- NYT loves NAWAS
- NYT- punjabi education
- PBS loves California
- PBS loves California
- Punjab is getting scary
- The National – India’s Boxers
- The Times of London – UNICEF soap opera
- TIME – darjeeling
- TIME – India’s food-fight
- WSJ loves Punjab
Never have I been further from India
than I am at this very moment
but I smell the mud and hear the noisy mothers
nagging their children.
The boy wants his picture taken and the photographer
will oblige provided the boy hold,
in his free hand, the rusty metal pole
taken from the pile of debris falling
from the building behind him. It’s the color
of a New England sunset, the orange plastic
gun. Put it to your ear like a sea shell
listen for the melodies of Purandara Dasa.
lisa
September 22, 2009 at 10:27 pm
these are good.
icecreeem
September 23, 2009 at 5:31 am
Its better than better…nice work.
Chris Casatelli
September 25, 2009 at 12:01 pm
NyQuil. There is nothing like sleep.I have the crud, too. But the images are something to behold.
cafe selavy
September 25, 2009 at 12:48 pm
lisa, i wholeheartedly approve and support your participation on this blog. you are of ray of sunshine.
canepari
September 25, 2009 at 5:37 pm
you on the other hand “ice creeem,” need to rethink about your role here.
what kind of name is ice creeem anyway?? it’s dumb mostly.
canepari
September 25, 2009 at 5:53 pm
Your pictures kept showing up on Facebook walls around the world today…finished reading your entire blog. A rare co-mingling of enthralling images and clever writing. Brilliant work!
While never losing impact, I also enjoy your poetic ease of finding humor in the gaps of the atrocious and poignant…perhaps that should concern me?
Joyce Mitchell
September 29, 2009 at 3:01 am
facebook!! i love that thing.
but joyce, anytime you want to shower love on me feel free…
canepari
September 29, 2009 at 5:50 am