journal features

photography in a cemetery

the journal of Michael Werneburg

twenty-seven years and one million words

Toronto, 2002.10.11

I woke up to a foggy city this morning, and decided to make a dash into the cemetary to get some pics of tombstones lurking in the mist. I think it worked, though the fog was burning off surprisingly early.

Damn, I miss my slide scanner.

rand()m quote

For a long time I was very bitter that the people who controlled the means of anybody ever hearing my songs were never gonna play them. They only favored music that I specifically and particularly hated, and I wanted them dead. Suddenly, there was another avenue. I started hearing my stuff coming out of bars and then it started to happen little by little -- a movie song here or a TV ad there.

—Iggy Pop