The photographs of N.P. Thompson


blue curtains

kaleidoscope without colors

Originally posted August 24, 2011

how to stay in a fine hotel

appearing nitely

Centuries Since the Day celebrates the return of The Santa Clones, a Yuletide tradition and installation piece by Chris Willis, on view for the holiday season at the corner of Broadway & Morrison.

not as they are

foxglove, Goose Hollow

afternoon in the Pearl

afternoon in the Pearl


invention of a lover’s dream

invention of a lover's dream

only what became of you, dear?

only what became of you, dear

discover me

verdant spring

the church

China design lanterns

“And then this element in which we habitually move … this sunshine, here’s another thing … The chance fashion in which its rays fall, the way it moves, infiltrates … becomes part of the earth’s fabric—who will ever paint that? Who will ever tell that story? The physical history of the earth, its psychology … Perhaps the earth’s diffused morality represents the effort it’s making to return to its solar origin. Therein lies its idea of God, its feeling, its dream of God. Everywhere a ray is knocking on some dark door … “

— Cézanne

recurring nightmare

the savage cruelty of the Oniskos

“As they rode up to the door, a man came out, bare-headed, and they saw to their surprise that he was not a Mexican, but an American, of a very unprepossessing type. He spoke to them in some drawling dialect they could scarcely understand and asked if they wanted to stay the night. During the few words they exchanged with him Father Latour felt a growing reluctance to remain even for a few hours under the roof of this ugly, evil-looking fellow. He was tall, gaunt and ill-formed, with a snake-like neck, terminating in a small, bony head. Under his close-clipped hair this repellent head showed a number of thick ridges, as if the skull joinings were overgrown by layers of superfluous bone. With its small, rudimentary ears, this head had a positively malignant look. The man seemed not more than half human, but he was the only householder on the lonely road to Mora.”

— Willa Cather, describing the murderer Buck Scales in Death Comes for the Archbishop.

spinning wheel

elevator after the rain



carefully orchestrated escapes

Hawthorne Bridge

Unmade in Oregon

Unmade in Oregon

across the river/autumn reflection

autumn reflection