lemonster some time ago, a photo by Eddy Pula on Flickr.

waiting for a ride, my Homage to the work of my friend Jay Guerette, if you see him say hello, he might be walking dogs on beacon hill, Jay taught me not to work too hard and how to make amazing work without breaking the plastic… I owe him a beer

TECHNICAL DETAILS

Tripod, we don’t need no stinking tripod, used a traffic barrel, shot on a nikon f3 set to T on kodak portra 160, didn’t meter just guessed and hoped for the best about 8 mississippi’s at f1.8, if you look hard you will find my self portrait as a man waiting for his best friend Jeremiah Burbank

kathleen, benny and ron, my back porch 7-29-2012, a photo by Eddy Pula on Flickr.

the first of many good days too come with old and new friends

Here’s what it looked and sounded like to Kathleen Gens, please excuse any stray mustache hairs or witch like cackles, I can assure you they are purely coincidental

Hey All, today July 29th at 6am I turned 26 at 6am, gonna have a party at my house, 20 Arnold Rd Pelham, Massachusetts 01002, USA

Stop on by, and if you have one please bring a guitar or bongos.

****UPDATE*** PARTY WAS AWESOME

For Zack Holmes, special request

thoughts on the neighbors on west street who told me not to smoke cigarettes in my friends back yard

old hippies got no reason, no reason to live
they took it all in their youth and see no reason to give
everything has to be there way
no one else got a right to say
old hippies got no reason, no reason to live
in their youth they smoked it all
now the police they will call
if you try to talk on a saturday afternoon
they will hit you with their silver spoon
old hippies got no reason, no reason to live
they went all over, and got kicked out
now they want to box us out
of their urban paradise
they judge every vice
old hippies got no reason, no reason to live

eddy pula- July 28th, 2012

you could do a lot worse then having Van Morrison sing you off to sleep, his chords runs at 33rpm, same as REM same as Gabriel’s Trumpet same as Dylan’s (Bob or Thomas) heart beat… found it when I was 15, always brought me where I needed to be

Letter to a fellow Photog

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I hope this is a good way to reach you, I just read a couple of your shorter pieces, very good at the end of a loooooong fucking day, I look forward to reading the post about your grandfathers funereal, I’ve been thinking about mine alot lately…. you would of fit right in, it was a drinkers wake, but polish and italian, but every one got blotto, my grandma smoked unfiltered lucky strikes in the living room and my uncle fell down the stairs ar 4am with a full glass of makers mark, got up then drove his parents home, this all happened in Lawrence Mass, just another mill town that runs on the backs of abused immigrants and every one was there man, my grandfathers life touched so many others, he was a big talker, taught me how.
I forget about you know and again but not the look in your eye, its a hard look and I saw it in you a long time ago, I don’t remember when or where but I remember telling you that you took fascinating pictures without people in them, something i thought was impossible, and I respected you deeply for it, then you said I dealt with assholes in a way that you never could, and I only half believed you, cause they are all my friends if only for 30 seconds. I hope you understand what I mean.
I used to think I used people, grandpa Ed (I was named after him) drove the country after ww2 and sold insurance out the back of his car, he collected stories and matchbooks from every bar he ever went to, after he left and my grandmother had to be put away (Don’t do it if you can help it…. she wanted to die at home amoung friends and we kept her out with the ‘friendly’ doctors for a good 10 years… all she ever talked about at the end was why was she still here when all her friends, lovers and family were gone…
But anyways I digress after they left the house, me and my father threw everything away and the last thing we did was light Eddy Pula’s matchbook collection (He kept it in a giant glass vase) and it exploded all over the back yard.
Felt good.

I’m big in Eastasia [we have always been at war with Eastasia]

Picture by Jenna [BIG] Mack, Music buy TOM [hold on, baby gotta hold on] WAITS