by Darin Boville
by Darin Boville
Ah, books. Such an old technology yet photography books–art photography books–are in something of a golden age. There is a flood of them, too many to even know all of the titles. I buy my share, although they seem far…
We’re in two cars, my daughter’s car ahead of me, when they start to hear a noise from the front right wheel area. They walkie-talkie back to us in my FJ. I tell them to pull over at the next…
A quick tour of Badlands National Park is easy, running roughly parallel to I-90 in South Dakota. We started in Wall and headed straight south into the park, then made our way east along the main road, stopping frequently despite our tight schedule.
Well, twenty-nine of them, at least. This post is from a series of articles chronicling a 2020 cross-country trip with my wife and two daughters and a boyfriend, from California to Ohio (to visit family) and Pennsylvania (to drop off…
You don’t see them at the mall because you only go to certain malls, if you go to malls at all. You don’t see them at work, if you go to work, because you do a certain kind of work.…
He was all but done for the day when we pulled into the gas station just outside of Spearfish, South Dakota, his “Trump Shop” bus all closed up for the night. Written on the bus were the words “not affiliated…
When I was twelve I saw Close Encounters of the Third Kind in a theater and I was amazed by the spaceships and by the musical tones and light display at the end. I was amazed as well afterward when…
Apple updated my Safari browser today with a feature that not only blocks trackers–the software from companies that, invisible to you, monitor your activity on the web, following you as you move from site to site–but also tells which sites…
When we came down out of the mountains in July of 2004 we had no real idea of where we were. This was before the iPhone and navigation systems in cars. We were traveling across country, moving from the Washington,…
It’s possible to have too many books, especially art books. I’ve got shelves full of them, piles on the floor crowding the furniture. Every so often I swear I’m going to stop buying art books then I do and then…