Quiet Beneath the Spruce Tree-A Short Story

November 17, 2017  •  Leave a Comment
Quiet Beneath the Spruce Tree By Adam Welch Part 1 “No one will ever see them now” he thought. Looking down at the six black plastic film holders sticking up from the green russack at his feet. Each holder held two sheets of film that he’d loaded in his rented room back in Asheville the night before. He had bundled up his clean shirt and pus...
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Quitting a job at 6am on a Thursday

August 03, 2017  •  3 Comments
I keep getting asked “What are you going to do?” Or even the occasional “Are you going to lose your insurance?” All I’m thinking about now is how it feels like that sensation of reaching the surface of the water just as your lungs run out of air. Less than an hour left. Less than 60 minutes to bleed off the clock. Hell, I think that’s the same cloc...
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Return to the Laurel-Snow Wilderness: Uno

December 11, 2016  •  Leave a Comment
I've been here before. Well, really I haven't been...but rather another version of me. But that's another story...or another fucking book. Holy mother of shit that sounds convoluted. Anyway, this is a story of a return to a place which should have killed me. Instead of sending me on into oblivion to Pluto's doorstep, the experience set me onto the...
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On Zen and Salad Bars

November 23, 2016  •  1 Comment
It paigns me to do this...and in turn subject you to such a dastardly opening sentence of this post, but I will refer to a Facebook post that was gifted to me yesterday by a good friend of mine. I say gifted because of the way it illuminated my day after it was read and how it made me think about the course of madness I've taken up to this point. S...
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On Inspiration in the World of Photography Or...Why You Should Shut the F*ck Up About It

October 15, 2016  •  2 Comments
I think of Hugh Glass. Being there, crawling two hundred miles with a severed scalp hanging from his head. Tasting his own blood. The wounds from the sow grizzly oozing puss. His body broken. Virtually no hope of seeing another sunrise or anything else for that matter. If something kept the man going, I wonder what it truly might have been. Was he...
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