Wednesday, February 12, 2014

Keith Davis Young

Design and photography by Keith Davis Young, also known as Live To Make.  See more of Keith's photography here.

Monday, February 10, 2014

Thursday, February 6, 2014


Design by Caleb Owen Everitt and Ryan Rhodes, collectively known at LAND.

Monday, March 18, 2013

Thursday, March 7, 2013

Sunday, February 24, 2013

Saturday, February 23, 2013

Monday, February 18, 2013

Big Bend National Park

All photos © Joel Thomason

Sunday, February 17, 2013

Thursday, February 14, 2013

Monday, February 11, 2013

© Conner Cooper
Big Bend National Park

Saturday, February 9, 2013

Garage and Cross, Boonville, Indiana, 2008 © Timothy Briner

Timothy Briner
 © Wesley Rumph 

Seven Lenses

Friday, February 8, 2013

© unknown

Thursday, February 7, 2013


A Short Story by Ben McNutt

Sometimes a man drinks entirely too much tequila and finds himself in a dive bar in Pasadena singing Hotel California with a one-armed trucker named Pete Ravenski. And sometimes a one-armed trucker named Pete Ravenski turns out to be a real son-of-a-bitch.

Tequila. It’s a coy flirt on the way down and a real ball buster the morning after. You got hustled, asshole. And now your 1972 R75/5 BMW is in the back of a semi-trailer headed to Albuquerque. 

Whoever said you need two arms to drive a motorcycle lacked imagination.
When I heard the learn’d astronomer,
When the proofs, the figures, were ranged in columns before me,
When I was shown the charts and diagrams, to add, divide, and measure them,
When I sitting heard the astronomer where he lectured with much applause in the lecture-room,
How soon unaccountable I became tired and sick,
Till rising and gliding out I wander’d off by myself,
In the mystical moist night-air, and from time to time,
Look’d up in perfect silence at the stars.

- Walt Whitman, 1900

Night Beds

Wednesday, February 6, 2013