This week I had a close encounter with data loss after my hard drive went unrecognized by my laptop and refused to boot. I spent a few days working on getting the issue fixed, which again gave me access to around 4 years of cell phone pictures — 8,000 of which were taken this year alone and would have been lost forever if the drive was corrupted. Here are some of them.

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Listen to Grouper - Disengaged:


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“Knowing is the problem”. Gouache on paper, 8.5 x 11". 2015

My brother is a writer. We were nearly inseparable and in some ways indistinguishable from one another through late adolescence and as a result shared a lot of experiences. We eventually joined our creative dispositions for a while.

He’s been articulating his own upbringing in the religious household we both came from in a three-part series about his decision to leave Christianity behind. …


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196 West Lincoln Highway, DeKalb, IL in front of a vaporous sunrise before a scheduled demolition in late 2015.

Living in the rural Midwest offered abundant opportunity for silence. Less than a half mile from my residence at the Ellwood House Museum was a fragmented ~5-acre block of early 20th century houses near the historic corridor. As zoning near the Lincoln Highway changed to accommodate growing needs for new business and high density residential, those conventionally single-family homes had been converted to apartments in recent decades by slumlords interested in fast money from students attending the nearby university. Their neglect was evident.

All of the residential properties near the intersection of Lincoln and Pearl in DeKalb were on land purchased by an in-state re/development company and scheduled for demolition by the end of 2015. Many of the homes had been condemned months prior in anticipation. On a morning whitewashed with low-hanging clouds and fog I walked to the houses as I had been previously for several weeks, only to find the majority of them as piles of rubble cradled in their original foundations. …

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Jacob van Loon

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