tom hyde – rainbow, tumbleweed
Photographs: young tom
[slidepress gallery=’davidmcgowan-american’] Hover over the image for navigation and full screen controls David McGowan I’m One Of Those Americans play this essay A garage sale is the sale of miscellaneous household goods, often held in the garage or front yard of someone’s house. “My good friend David McGowan has been working on a very …
Burnt Out; a State of Affairs by Marko Sulsa I would love to write you a short little essay to accompany this photograph. But, you see, the thing is that my co-worker was laid off just before the Holidays. The day before to be precise. It was part of right sizing, workforce reduction, …
[slidepress gallery=’rafalpruszynski-littlepiecesofus’] Hover over the image for navigation and full screen controls Rafal Pruszynski Little Pieces Of Us play this essay When I was still not even a teenager, I lost my mother to breast cancer. I still remember the night she died vividly, its an image etched in my mind that will stay …
[slidepress gallery=’chrisbickford-afterthestorm’] Hover over the image for navigation and full screen controls Chris Bickford After The Storm play this essay …A life of Surf on the Outer Banks The bad weather comes out of nowhere. Within hours, sometimes minutes, a perfect day at the beach–kids playing in the surf, girls in bikinis …
[slidepress gallery=’andrewsullivan-harlemjazzmm’] Hover over the image for navigation and full screen controls Andrew Sullivan Harlem Jazz play this essay Tap dancer Omar Edwards thrust the metal toe of his shoe forward and scraped an arc on the Minton’s Playhouse stage. An audience of three heard the sound of saws cutting through logs. African drums …
Feast of Losses by David Plummer Feast of Losses, is an ongoing project that documents the life of David Pembroke, who in 2003 was diagnosed with Progressive Supranuclear Palsy, a rare brain disease that causes nerve endings at the base of the brain to gradually die. These neurons mainly control movement and balance, vision …
No Pictures Please by Akaky When I was a young man, a time I like to think of as only yesterday and the calendar likes to tell me wasn’t, I had no suicidal tendencies. Yes, I bumbled my way through the usual raft of silly foibles allotted to the young and hormonally overwhelmed male. …