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(302//365) The city swallowed you whole, but you climbed its walls to spite its fervor, digging your fragile claws into the merciless concrete, yearning to escape and inflate your lungs with the unstained air. Run like wildfire, baby, before they gauge your eyes from their sockets, before the hollowed savages press their sawlike teeth into […]

“All that shit you uncover is proof that you know how to dig and that the earth lets you and accepts you. I love sitting on the bank and letting you show off all the treasures and all the fossils you bring up.” —Anca Stefan

301//365

(301//365) When I left my home within you and faced the world without you and finally found the story of me that didn’t involve wanting and yearning and pining, when I knew I’d wanted too much, what you couldn’t give me and left everything – I didn’t leave love behind. It devours me until my […]

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(299//365) “Having a soft heart in a cruel world is courage, not weakness.” —Katherine Henson

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(297//365) “Everything I’ve ever let go of has claw marks on it.” —David Foster Wallace

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Because it’s my birthday and because it really has been too long since I’ve done a print giveaway, I’m sending out a signed 4×6 of my #freethenipple print (tucked away in a cute little card) to 10 random people that comment either here and/or on the corresponding Facebook post. (facebook.com/rtillettphoto) Please comment with BOTH your […]

“Happy birthday, beautiful. I know this last trip around the sun was a tough one, but I also know that In typical Becky fashion you persevered. I am so proud to call you my friend.” —Erika Dunn

And now ten years hence and peering down the barrel of 32 I’m almost at ease with my age. I’m never fully content with it but I think I’ve grown wise enough to know time marches forward no matter what.

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(290//365) As we were driving through the city a few nights ago I said “I feel lonely in this city. It’s cold and unwelcoming and I don’t have any ties or connections here.” And it’s true, I feel displaced in Denver, a fact I keep hoping will change in time. It doesn’t. It’s not a […]

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(287//365) “Of course I’ll hurt you. Of course you’ll hurt me. Of course we will hurt each other. But this is the very condition of existence. To become spring, means accepting the risk of winter. To become presence, means accepting the risk of absence.” —The Little Prince

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(286//365) Craven 365, part II (This chick is so fun to work with especially when I’m saying things like “Dammit, Angela, you can’t do anything right!” and “I don’t wanna see your face in these pictures again! You’re ruining everything!” and she just laughs which then causes me to laugh which means I’m shaking too […]

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“It’s in the morning, for most of us. It’s that time, those few seconds when we’re coming out of sleep but we’re not really awake yet. For those few seconds we’re something more primitive than what we are about to become. We have just slept the sleep of our most distant ancestors, and something of […]