St. Audrey’s Tawdry Shawl

December 19th, 2014 by Karl Noyes

B-Movie Transition Vertical

B-Movie Transtion Vertical

Pathways

December 13th, 2014 by Joe Cunningham

Pleasant Avenue, Uptown Minneapolis & St. Anthony Catholic Church, NE Minneapolis

Pleasant Avenue, Uptown Minneapolis & St. Anthony Church, NE Minneapolis

    I tread these two paths every week. The one on the left leads to my door, which can be seen in the trees. The one on the right takes me past St. Anthony of Padua Catholic Church to the retirement community where my father is dying of Lewy Body Dementia. Last year he was like the rest of us (mostly), but he deteriorated rapidly over the course of this year and has already lost his ability to speak, walk, and feed himself. He suffers continuous confusion wreaked by random brain damage and hallucinations but is lucid enough to know how terrible the end of his life has become. I do my best to comfort him and bolster his courage and implore him to not lose faith, even though what little was left of mine has vanished. That universal force we sometimes sense is not worth worshipping. Too fucking cruel.

Presents for the Holidays

December 8th, 2014 by Karl Noyes

Official Poster

Official Poster

Roosterhouse will be at the Craft Fair and Bake Sale at the MInnehaha Free Space in Minneapolis. Hope to see you there.

Vision thing

December 3rd, 2014 by Joe Cunningham

Downtown towers, Minneapolis

Downtown towers, Minneapolis

Simple Exposures

November 29th, 2014 by Jaira Donery

Are You Going to Eat That

Are You Going to Eat That

Trackless Detraction

November 25th, 2014 by Karl Noyes

The Guidelines for Cell Structure

The Guidelines for Cell Structure

Psychedelicamera obscura

November 21st, 2014 by Joe Cunningham

H8HER★ Tag, Franklin Avenue, Minneapolis

H8HER★ Tag, Franklin Avenue, Minneapolis

What have we here?

November 17th, 2014 by Joe Cunningham

Graffiti sticker, Northeast Minneapolis

Graffiti sticker, Northeast Minneapolis

In 2012 I replaced my trusty antique iPhone 1 with a brand-spanking-new, still-in-the-box antique iPhone 1. I wanted another for its outdated camera. I was in the midst of a project and the newer Apple phones had a better camera which would render images inconsistent with that body of work.

Much to my chagrin, the new antique iPhone’s camera had a major problem. As you can see from this example selfie, the pictures all came out pink and blue; as if they had been developed in a Pepto Bismol bath. Not attractive at all - so the camera app was relegated to the last page on the phone. You know: the back of the bus where you keep the stock tracker, the iTunes store and other useless apps Apple won’t let you delete.

It wasn’t until this year that I discovered the Pepto Bismol effect applies only to bright sunny days. It was overcast when I, a sucker for sticker graffiti, walked past the above image and discovered that on dull “concrete sky” days the malfunction goes all Lucy in the Sky with Diamonds. The above photograph has not been retouched, only resized. Click it to be dazzled by the raw full resolution file.

I have spent the last few months making up for the two years I lost ignoring the über-psychedelic camera in my pocket.

Much more to come. Stay tuned.

Trench Stepping

November 12th, 2014 by Karl Noyes

Boy Red Blue

Boy Red Blue

Everybody’s Doin’ What They Shouldn’t Be Doin’

November 11th, 2014 by Vince Michel

Martian Bonfire in Space

Martian Bonfire in Space

Quarterfall the Moon Knight

November 6th, 2014 by Jaira Donery

Injest

Injest

Hollereen

October 31st, 2014 by Emily Hayes

Medusozoa

Medusozoa

Flocerfina Millano 1928-2014

October 30th, 2014 by Karl Noyes

Nanay

Nanay

My grandma died earlier this month. It’s taken a while to find the negative of this photograph and the words.

We affectionately called her Nanay. She survived Japan’s invasion into the Philippines in World War II, the murder of her husband who died in her arms and she survived childbirths and traumatic accidents.

She always seemed to me a conduit between the whispering spirit world and the surface one, an oracle by her way of life, pointing to the beauty of our smallness, our gentleness, our luck as humans.

In her distinct joy was the heart of her wisdom. I’d always joke with her and goad her into smiling. She’d then tighten her face and ball her small hands into fists striking the bobbing pose of a feisty bantam-weight fighter. And in this trade we’d laugh together struck by the idea of my little Filipino grandma knocking me out.

There’s much more of course but that’s all that needs to be said now.

A Silent Instinct in Tether’s Square

October 21st, 2014 by Karl Noyes

The Road That I Swallowed

The Road That I Swallowed

Shitstorm in the Palace

October 18th, 2014 by Karl Noyes

Bible Toting Teetotalers

Bible Toting Teetotalers