
August 1, 2025
Somehow it is already August 1st—does the passage of time ever cease to shock?—and for what feels like the first time this summer it is incredibly hot in Edmonton.
Thinking and looking. Photographs, attention, maintenance, care.
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Read 9 days ago and current, but nothing has been published for 13 months.

Somehow it is already August 1st—does the passage of time ever cease to shock?—and for what feels like the first time this summer it is incredibly hot in Edmonton.

In 2019, I was invited to create work for a gallery that was in a space once occupied by a queer bar and affiliated burger restaurant.

Earlier this month, my partner and I went to the mountains for a couple of days.

Though I am interested in the relationship between photographs and memory, I tend not to think of photographic images as visualizations of memories—or for that matter as replacements for memories.

About a month ago, I noticed a lump on the neck of one of my dogs.

In the 70s my parents moved from Toronto, where my dad was in school, to Yellowknife, the capital of the Northwest Territories, where they lived for eight years.

For the past seventeen years, Swedish artist Lina Scheynius has been making small, intimate books of her work, each simply titled for its place in her collection (01, 02, 03 etc.).

A quick off-schedule note to share an essay published today.

In the summer of 2009, I went to Mexico City with my then partner who was there for a conference.

There were three rather obvious mistakes in the newsletter I sent out this morning.