new work while on the road. www.cwnewell.com/untilmorning
My dad took this picture from his red Beetle in 1970 while driving through South Dakota. I leave tomorrow for my own trip knowing “all roads lead to Robert Frank.”
Robert, John, and Nick.
A Summer night in Montevallo.
Parkside, 1 a.m.
As I Lay Dying- William Faulkner
“How do our lives ravel out into the no-wind, no-sound, the weary gestures wearily recapitulant: echoes of old compulsions with no-hand on no-strings: in sunset we fall into furious attitudes, dead gestures of dolls."
Here and there in Jackson and Vicksburg, Mississippi.
Crystal Bridges Museum of America.
Haley and Luke
It’s Like 103 Degrees in Here or A Visual Attempt at Understanding American Soccer Culture, Gesture, and Brewery Lighting.