In 1961 my Mom’s brother, Johnny hitchhiked from Kansas to Kendall, WI to be home for Christmas. He carried this record player the entire way and gave it to my Mom for Christmas. I never got to meet my Uncle, but I’m happy to be his namesake. I like the way the sun is falling on it today in my dining room.
© john urban
“Boombox” in hallway dies after 15 years? No problem. Search house, find one working speaker and old receiver with no lights on the display, my work here is done.
Too big? Maybe. Hard to carry on shoulder? Okay, sure, but the price was right. #makin’oldshitworkagain
the wall behind the hospital
Dehradun, India
© john urban
Madison Ballet presents Dracula
© john urban/madison ballet
Madison Ballet presents Dracula
© john urban/madison ballet
Madison Ballet presents Dracula
© john urban/madison ballet
Madison Ballet presents Dracula
© john urban/madison ballet
Madison Ballet presents Dracula
© john urban/madison ballet
Cart, meet world. World, meet cart. New work cart for studio. Top and pipe reclaimed, purchased Kee Klamps and wheels. Still need to add bottom shelf, adjustable computer stand and margarita. © john urban
“a shopkeeper in Vadodara”
© john urban
Vadodara, India