Polaroid of baby with headphones from November of 1966 that I found in a thrift store.
I found this sign a block from ‘The Dope House’, our local head shop in the Capitol Hill neighborhood. I’m thinking it wasn’t that effective since the owner decided to discard it.
I found this outside the Ft. Collins Lincoln Center while visiting my parents for the holidays. It seemed ironically fitting.
I found this letter on the sidewalk outside of East High School in Denver.
I found this near the bus stop of an elementary school.
I rescued this photo from the lobby of my apartment, where some wayward tenant had left it. An hour later, my landlord — an enormous Serb, who like many in our complex, doubles as a Buddhist — saw the picture. “This picture,” he said, “reminds me of something you would see in my country.” “In … Continued