Tag Archives: Architecture

The Curves

Posted on August 5, 2012 by stephenarcher

I looked at my phởtographs today, some of them. They streamed across my tv, I don’t remember how. I remembered that before we looked at paper prints and i like those but these are good too, immediate. I liked my … Continue reading →

Posted in Bend Light | Tagged Aperture 3, Architecture, Bend Light, Black and White, D700, Feelings, Photography, Writing | 1 Comment

The Sky Ran Through Me

Posted on June 11, 2012 by stephenarcher

The sky ran through me: It did and I didn’t even know it. It did and it felt like the first orgasm I remember and it was that, in sky form. It did and I wouldn’t make this up, you … Continue reading →

Posted in Bend Light | Tagged Architecture, Bend Light, Blue, D700, Laurie Anderson, Nik, Nikon, Oregon, Poem, Poetry, Portland, Sky, Street photography, Urban, Wires | 1 Comment

Church

Posted on June 7, 2012 by stephenarcher

There was a preacher in my Southern Baptist Church who, on occasion, would mention a church-goer who had not given enough money. He called me several years ago, at the request of a concerned citizen who thought I left the … Continue reading →

Posted in Bend Light | Tagged Aperture 3, Architecture, Bend Light, Black and White, church, D700, Growing up in church, Nik, Nikon, Oregon, powerlines, Street photography, trees, Writing | 3 Comments

See Through You

Posted on March 31, 2012 by stephenarcher

I trust people I should not trust. Not always, and not as much as I did earlier in my life and not nearly as often and not for as long, but I still do it. Something in me believes that … Continue reading →

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Tree, Two Ways

Posted on September 25, 2011 by stephenarcher

I don’t hear music. The sounds drift by me, clattering like dishes coming out of the machine. I hear everything, the drummer’s heartbeat, the breath in on the upbeat. I don’t read poetry. The words don’t rhyme and I don’t … Continue reading →