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Festivities

2010-12-19T15:32:00.000-08:00

I know this isn't what I usually post... but I had to share. Check out my BSG snowflake. The outside is cylons, and the inside is the BSG crest. Yup, I'm that much of a dork. Oh, and it took me over an hour to develop.

Texas Architecture

2010-09-24T09:19:00.000-07:00

A Farewell to the Lone Star State

2010-05-15T10:55:00.000-07:00

Near Oglesby, Texas

Texas, that vast expanse of farm land sliced through by pale four-lane highways, the sides of which sprout fast food joints and chain stores, umber and gray suburbs like a hexagonal growth. Behind the suburbs stretch endless fields scarred by the crossing of county roads, and behind even these, the purple flat-topped lines of mesas.From the highway the land out there seems impossibly large and clearly abandoned. From county roads it reveals itself as a treasure trove of the bizare, abandoned and run down.

Ireland, Texas

Bosque River, Texas

An army of leather-skinned older men in pickup trucks and aging trailers guard the

tops of their hillsides with a shotgun and a dog or two. They change nothing of the land, not the barb wire fences, the scrub wood, corroded truck bodies, or the ancient churches left behind when people moved on. The land changes human artifacts into weather-worn heaps of wood, cinder-block and tin.

Ireland, Texas

The cemeteries of the past go silently feral in their spots of shade. Infant tombstones stretch in rows of cemented over graves from the first pioneers of this land. Broken slabs of granite separated from their cadavers by time are heaped in the corners.

Outside Hamilton, Texas

Ireland Cemetery, Ireland, Texas

Lost towns sweat away silently in the sun, inhabited by a handful of souls still eking their living out of some long-horns and the violent green of early summer. The grandiose gates of ranches reach toward the cloudless sky, the houses set far back from the undriven road, a true privacy that seems abhorrent to most modern men. Here prevails the independence of a life that needs no supplies but a tiller and a truck and a hardware store and a gas pump.

Return to the Robert's Bro.'s

2010-02-04T19:35:00.000-08:00

Taken from inside the control room. This is the first shot in years that I thought needed to be monochromatic. The only thing I liked better in color was the Kool-Aid blue gallon of punch. Notice the gloves; someone still works here.

It's incredible to think that this saw-mill is still functioning. As a kid, I could hear the deep thrum of it through the woods a mile away. Family legend has it that the Robert's bro.'s stole our trees for lumber, and since their land meets the back of ours separated by nothing more than the old dry-stone wall, it's probably true. My hermit friend Jack says he once saw them burning a huge stack of tires, the black smoke belching out into the air. Their mill has a feeling of menace about it, and on this freezing-rain day it seemed the most desolate place on earth.

Worcester in the Fall

2009-12-02T21:10:00.000-08:00

There is that last gasp of fall before the trees are left barren, a time of rusted berries and birch branches that look like a lemon tree. Worcester knows it is in for another salt stained winter. The stray cats who live in the abandoned lot behind my apartment sneak into the condemned house at night for warmth via a crack in the basement window, appearing and disappearing like shadows on a partly cloudy day. The gang of grizzled men who had become a fixture on their porch during fair weather have moved inside, and I can hear their laughter and their mexican marijuana coughing coming from inside the thin triple-decker walls. I sit on my back porch singing the blues into the sky as it fades from honey yellow to palest blue, and finally, to black.

The Neighborhood

2009-11-03T07:19:00.000-08:00

The house across the street from my apt. Worcester pit 101 - never show the pit you're scared. That way when he runs across the street to charge you, he will only play-bite your fore-arm, and you will still have 2 hands to hold a camera with.

Happy Halloween

2009-10-31T14:25:00.000-07:00

Forgotten Graveyard, somewhere near Copperas Cove, Tx.

Humble Abodes

2009-10-28T10:51:00.000-07:00

Abandoned House, Topsy, Texas
Brand New Satellite Receiver, Lampasas County, Tx.

I realize it has been almost a year since my last post. In the last year, my life has changed dramatically, and I think my eye reflects these changes. I'll be posting more regularly now that I have the time, though who knows if anyone frequents my personal corner of online space.

Winter in the Country

2009-01-14T12:51:00.000-08:00

This giant of a tree has stood in the center of the town golf course my entire life. No more. The ice-storm took goliath.
I have been trying to photograph this barn for the last 2 years, but it is in the center of a field of pricker-bushes, and I've never made it close enough. The snow was hard enough for me to walk right out to it this time, though.
The third time this truck has been featured in this blog. The hands were an accident. I sort of think they work, though.
A vanashing view: one of the 2 remaining dairy farms in Ashfield (which used to have close to 50 such farms).
Leaning Cupola, Near Route 112, Ashfield Ma.

2008-12-06T09:48:00.000-08:00

The field, vanquished by frost. Ashfield, Ma. holds its breath, knowing that the deep snows that paralyze it for 6 months of the year are coming soon.

Thanksgiving morning walk:

I miss my sister

2008-11-07T08:49:00.000-08:00

2008-11-06T13:45:00.000-08:00

The tin man used to belong to an oil company somewhere along Route 2. When the place closed down, my neighbor Richard Richardson bought it at scrap metal price, and installed the light-up heart. Richard collects just about anything that can be classified as both junk, and beautiful, and seems to have set his sights on proving the old adage that one man's junk is another man's gold. This place is a great photo destination for anyone interested in decrepit allure.

The USA

2008-11-03T19:50:00.000-08:00

Let's face it, America has long suffered problems of low economy. It has been blessed with work ethic and plenty of resources. But one can only go so far on ones hands and pride. Here, the shock of the bank crisis is only a another debt.

The center of Town - Goshen, Ma.

2008-10-10T13:13:00.000-07:00

Sometimes life feels like one big balancing act. One of these days, I'm bound to slip. Until then, I'll fly.

Nature takes back the truck

2008-09-20T07:07:00.000-07:00

Found on Rt. 2. Probably been there since before I was born.

Haiku

2008-09-05T22:41:00.000-07:00

I know a hermit. He's been in my life for a long time now, and suffice it to say, I've learned a lot from him. Jack never saw me as inferior even when I was 8 and he was...timeless as always. For this reason, I've always heeded his advice. I visited him this summer. I told him I considered some photographs to be visual haiku. My haiku is somewhat awkward, but the photographs I quite like.

Robber Brothers

2008-09-05T15:15:00.000-07:00

The Robert's brothers are one of the largest landholders in my small town, Ashfield. Land is power, and they have a lot. They also operate a fairly large forestry and wood refining business. I think everyone has a beef with the family from some time in the past. They allegedly harvested several acres of my family's forest a few decades back. This gives them a rather dark history, and the sawmill they own will not make you feel any better about the merits of their business. Ocea has never had a look at this site, the town police look the other way, and the site is far out of the eye of game wardens and the like. My father calls it Mordor. Suffice it to say that I am pulled toward the creepy work-hazard like a moth toward flame. All summer I found myself traveling down the rutted road to the Roberts Brother's sawmill. Padding along silently in the feet of sawdust, turning rusty corners on improvised walkways, I felt a sense of kinship with the place.Was it the reflection of my inner-creep that I was seeing? Was it the danger of the place: shards of glass left in second story windows over work zones? Perhaps it was the accelerated cycle of forest death and birth, symbolized by the mounds of sawdust and the bright green corrugated tin. Or maybe it was just the graphic beauty of the place, a place etched out like a wood-cut. Maybe there was no occult force drawing me back again and again. Maybe it just felt like that.

Cummington Fair

2008-09-05T09:40:00.000-07:00

At the end of every parade featuring bulls, there must be a wheelbarrow. I think there is a lesson there for all of us who have a tendency to go off on celebrations without remember that when all is said and done, someone will have to pick up the shit.

glamour

2008-09-05T09:27:00.001-07:00

This is actually natural light through a window. Looks just like stage lighting though, doesn't it?

Summer Flies By

2008-09-04T08:05:00.000-07:00

I have finally returned to a land where the internet flows faster than molasses! I have several hundred photos to go through from this summer, but for now, I'll give you a fly by.
My Dad and Uncle walk my dad's new field just after the second cover crop sprouts up, 8/3. My sister models a dress she made in the same field, 8/17.

Much more to come, including highlights such as Texas, a hermits woods, the Cummington fair, and the Robert's brothers disaster zone.

2008-05-03T19:45:00.000-07:00

Home is where I'm headed. Catch up with me next month.

finals

2008-04-20T20:27:00.000-07:00

Finals make me feel like this. Behind bars, just looking forward, wishing I could get out...

Self Portraits

2008-04-09T22:48:00.000-07:00

I have so many prominent veins in my neck. I've been practicing on myself to get ready for pin-up shoots. Four of five between now and next Tuesday! I'm looking forward to them all.

Tide-me-over

2008-04-03T15:02:00.000-07:00

I have been shooting a bunch of pin-up stuff lately for my final project, and will continue to do so for the next few weeks. As much as I'd love to share my work with you, it's a little, shall we say, unclothed. Hold in there fearless readers! I'll try to get some sfw images from the next couple shoots to post here. To tide you over a little, here are a few abstract images from my travels. I deemed all of these not good enough to print, but let me know what you think.

A Little Bit of Home

2008-03-08T13:27:00.000-08:00

Ashfield, Ma. the prettiest place around.
Lords over their domain of compost. The fence is a bit useless this time of year. Good thing chickens are too stupid to try to run away...

The boys were most certainly not allowed to do this. They had sculpted out a perfect sledding path, complete with jump, and were sledding happily down the roof, blasting off into air at the end, and then landing with a thud in the snowbank. I made them stop, but of course I had to take a picture first.
All I have to say is this: Don't mess with my dad when he's out to blaze trails. Those last three inspired by Frank Armstrong's this old place photos.

Soviet Bad-Assery

2008-03-07T11:06:00.000-08:00

Hey everyone. I'm back from break early to work on a paper where there is internet that moves above a snail's pace. It makes such a difference for research purposes. Check out this photo shoot I did with my sister while I was home. Again, these are straight out of the camera and need a LOT of editing. I still think they are pretty cool though. More pictures from break later.

old school

2008-03-04T06:35:00.000-08:00

God help me, I'm trying to upload my blog from the Dead Zone. Get this, there is high-speed 2.8 miles down the road on one side, and they are installing up to 4/5 of a mile away on the other side. In between, where we live, there is only painfully slow dial up. And a few angry families.
Anyway, if I can get this to load, here is something I really want to post - my very first fashion shoot with my darling sister. I rather think my skills have improved since then (not to mention my equipment. These are shot with an early model olympus point and shoot). You'll get to see the newest shoot when I get back to the land where high-res jpg's don't take a day and a half to load. For now, enjoy these priceless jems.

Visual Poem

2008-02-25T19:38:00.000-08:00

Sorry it has been so long since my last post. It will probably be quite a while until the next one, too, since I'm going home where the bandwidth is...well...dial-up. I'll make up for it by giving you this visual poem: one day in my life, a photograph every half hour (approximately).

Take O Boatman, elaborated.

2008-02-16T09:25:00.001-08:00

Thanks to my dad, I found the passage the phrase scrawled underneath that photograph comes from. Here it is:

Many a year is in its grave,
Since I crossed this restless wave;
And the evening, fair as ever,
Shines on ruin, rock and river.
Then in this same boat beside
Sat two comrades old and tried—
One with all a father's truth,
One with all the fire of youth.
One on earth in silence wrought,
And his grave in silence sought;
But the younger, brighter form
Passed in battle and in storm.
So, whene'er I turn my eye
Back upon the days gone by,
Saddening thoughts of friends come o'er me,
Friends that closed their course before me.
But what binds us, friend to friend,
But that soul with soul can blend?
Soul-like were those hours of yore;
Let us walk in soul once more.
Take, 0 boatman, thrice thy fee—
Take, I give it willingly ;
For, invisible to thee,
Spirits twain have crossed with me.
-Ludwig Uhland

I think It is beautiful.

"Take, O Boatman, thrice thy fee"

2008-02-07T17:35:00.000-08:00

I began scanning in some old family albums today. The album is from the late 1800's, as far as I can tell. Each photograph has a pithy little quote under it, in the world's most exquisite script. The photographs found on their molding acidic pages are objects, at least to my eyes, of unspeakable beauty. This is a campaign for immortality; photographs this beautiful should not die.

Digital photography and photograph manipulation tools grant us a chance never before handed to photographers, that is, a chance for near immortality. Sure, data becomes corrupted, but properly backed up, information on a hard-drive will never fade, scratch, or get coffee spilled on it. As I scan in these faded, mildewed, scratched, gorgeous survivors, I feel like I'm saving an entire chunk of the past.

Way more of these to come.

Politics

2008-02-04T23:02:00.001-08:00

Hillary Clinton Speaks at Clark University:
Clark University just hosted Deval Patrick to speak about Obama, and Hillary Clinton to speak about, well, herself. The Hillary event was packed, but I followed the nice lenses, and snuck right past the crowds to sit across a rope from US Rep Jim McGovern and his family. A secret service agent kept glaring me down, but I guess I managed to look respectable enough, because he didn't harass me. I viewed this as a chance to hone my skills. They aren't very good in indoor lighting, so I was proud of a few achievements. These are straight out of the camera because a. I like to look at my shots like that and critique my style, and b. hopefully it would discourage stealing. I like this picture, of Clinton, McGovern, and his daughter, Molly. She's such a little princess, check out the slipper. (To be fair I also have a picture of her picking her nose, when she thought no one was watching.) The Worcester city mayor brought his kid to the Obama rally. That's right politicians, show the kids off. Speaking of which, I even got to see Hillary Clinton hold a baby. She didn't kiss it though. She didn't kiss these people either.

Old School

2008-01-22T22:50:00.000-08:00

Since I'm going back to film for a while, at least partially, I decided to look back at the beginning of the year, to see what I was doing before I got used to digital. I realized there was actually some interesting stuff going on back there. Again these are straight out of the camera, and to top it off the camera is a point and shoot, the Cannon powershot A550 which is sort of a digital toy camera. These are from a September 07 shoot.

The Longest Night

2008-01-20T17:34:00.000-08:00

One way I kept myself busy over break was by shooting random events in the area. This is Ashfield's solstice gathering, which was surprisingly well-attended, and pretty darn moving. Even though most of the attendants probably wouldn't classify themselves as Pagan, the ceremony was getting at something else altogether. It was about unity, warmth, and light.

A problem I encountered was that the photographs are necessarily noisy. I was shooting with a tripod, but people move pretty fast, so the ISO was maxed out most of the time to get me nice crisp shots.
Still, even though the images are mostly too noisy to print, I think this shoot was a great success. I learned a great deal about night shooting, and using a tripod. Another perk is that I got offered a freelance job for the summer, shooting photographs of one mans nature camp. That should be truly fun, and a great learning experience.

Pictures from home

2008-01-16T14:40:00.000-08:00

Sorry no post for several weeks. I've been back to the homestead, where there is a wealth in images, but alas, no high-speed internet.
Above, a shot of my little brother doing what he does best. I love the intensity in his eye, and the grace with which he grasps the wheel. Sunil has been driving since about 4, and is quite good at it at this point. Better than most adults, in fact. Another picture of Sunil, this time helping my dad build the barn. I was standing on a ladder to get this shot.
This shot is of my dad building a wood-rack for outside the barn. I liked the idea of comparing his preciseness in angles with the similar skill of framing a shot. My favorite part is the angle down in the bottom right-hand corner.
Last but not least, above is my glamorous sister, vacuuming flies from the sunny window-sill. Bri and I plan to partner up to take some fashion shots this year, which is something we have been doing since we were 15 or so, but hope to do much better now that I have proper equipment (instead of, say, the camera on my lap-top). I should say some of the proper equipment, since we still need to rustle up some more lights. If I were a rich man...

Men Working

2007-12-09T17:32:00.000-08:00

To me there is little more beautiful than the slow but insistent work of man, the kind that I think of as "one foot in front of the other" work. My father recently put up a barn, a large and complicated one, with one buddy in the span of couple of months. I asked him how it could be done, and he told me "by hitting nails. Most things, when you come right down to it, are all about repeating a tedious action a thousand times."
I watched these guys digging this hole throughout one foggy morning and afternoon. They began by slamming up the concrete, then they starting using the earth mover. A lot of it, though, had to be dug by hand. That's where the slow but insistent part comes in.
And me, I was busy writing a final project, but I kept coming around every twenty minutes or so with my camera, unable to keep away, so that by the end of their very gritty day, they would straighten up and wave when they saw me. And eventually, both my project, and the whole, were complete.
What they plan to do with the gapping hole in the middle of our quad...now that's a mystery. Maybe its a trap for elephants.

2007-12-06T18:06:00.000-08:00

I've always been very interested in pictures that capture the feel of a place. Looking through my old images (printing for final crit.) I noticed some pictures that really said Worcester. I haven't run them through photoshop or anything yet, so excuse the rough feel, but here it is, Worcester Ma. Preparing for crits has been very stressful. I keep double guessing myself. See, part of me really likes my images, but part of me knows that if I'd just thought harder, moved a little more, worked them up better, and looked for more inspiration, well then my prints would be better.
On the other hand, I've been making myself rework each image from scratch before producing the final print, which is time consuming and annoying, but shows how much I have improved at working up images in photoshop. No matter how finished I thought the print was when I first printed it, I can make it look better now than I could then.
Plus, I know this is not in any way the end of my electronic photo career. Even as prepare my final, I think of things I could do better next time I shoot.

A Message

2007-12-03T10:06:00.000-08:00

A friend pointed out how sometimes the world leaves messages for you. This is one I noticed in Northampton, Ma. Sorry, Frank, the pop reference might go over your head...

Ok so its kind of cheesy...

2007-11-29T14:40:00.000-08:00

But its so damn cute! I just had to post this cat picture even though I normally hate them. I think this picture portrays perfectly the character of our family cat, Kitty, who is a somewhat curmudgeonly old and half-blind cat that wandered out of the woods one day. What a bad-ass.

Dead Season

2007-11-25T09:56:00.000-08:00

I used to call this time of year dead season, for obvious reasons. One time I told an old radical guy I know that it was my least favorite time of year, and he made me go on a hike with him. We went out to an old abandoned marsh, where told me to look for color. At first I didn't see what he was talking about, it was just a bunch of dead grass and stuff, but then I looked deeper. I began to notice greens and yellows, rust, and soft tans, even purple, and dusky blue's. It's a lesson I'll never forget; even in the deadest of seasons, colors abound.

2007-11-18T13:04:00.001-08:00

Get a Cash Advance

2007-11-13T09:16:00.000-08:00

So I've been sick as a dog lately. I haven't gotten out of the dorm much, and I haven't had a chance to take many pictures but here's one I took because I was out buying cough drops. I was going for the ultra-dramatic look, which I think I achieved. In actuality it was kind of a drab day, making it even more enjoyable that the picture came out looking like a haunted castle or something. Sometimes the joy of a picture is not just in capturing the image as seen by the eye, but also as seen by the mind.

2007-11-02T08:05:00.000-07:00

The world hasn't been particularly conducive to my sanity. At times like this, what keeps me going are the snap shots of perfect clarity, the images that just make sense. Is it bad that all I can hang on to right now are images? As yesterday fades away and tomorrow tapers off, here I am, trying to capture the past. Good thing that wall was there to help.

2007-11-01T17:19:00.000-07:00

I have become completely converted to the church of my new camera (the Rebel XT). I worship its deep focus and high quality image, not to mention greater control over image and focus. I know it's not even the best digital camera out there, so right now it feels like the ceiling for digital image quality is unspeakably high. I'm entering a brave new world, folks.

2007-10-31T09:43:00.001-07:00

Some of the most amazing portrait photography I've ever seen: http://www.100youngamericans.com/home.html

2007-10-22T06:36:00.001-07:00

As promised, a flag picture. We were supposed to take pictures of tattered post 911 flags, but this one is actually outside a fire station. Regardless, I like the picture, so I guess it'll have to be good enough.

Geometry

2007-10-21T14:25:00.001-07:00

The Colors are Changing...

2007-10-15T21:05:00.000-07:00

It's fall, and so we change, because it seems the thing to do. Out come the puffy collared ghetto jackets. The homeless stake-out bridges, the wood-burning stand back to look at their woodpiles, hands on hips, cynical. And here at school, we lucky few worry over marks on paper. It's fall, and so even litter takes on a certain amount of significance. The waste of trees is hard to ignore. Our waste in turn becomes a kind of monument to the things we needed for our energy, and then dropped behind us. It's fall, and the sky is a blue that can break hearts. On a day like this, I wonder how we go about the mundane, faces down, hair tied back against the wind, without turning our faces to the cold sun and howling. Flocks of birds move across the parking lots, and I can hear the call, too. It's a time for moving.
It's fall. The world does its best to shake us up, exploding into a riot of color, but we lucky few do our best to ignore it.

The Fall Festival

2007-10-10T08:31:00.000-07:00

The Ashfield Fall Festival is one of those truly small town things that make you feel like you just stepped back about 200 years into a nice post-colonial town. Each year, the same people attend, the same craftsmen display their glass, silver, wooden spoons, and quilted tea-cozies, and the same food-booths offer baked potatoes, maple syrup snow-cones, and fried dough with maple cream. The symbolic (and for many of the residents of Ashfield, still quiet pertinent) harvest is upon us, and pumpkins and gourds line the streets, while the telephone poles are sheathed in corn stalks.
It's hard to believe that a town like this truly exists, a town where the kids are left all day to run among themselves without danger, where everyone greats you by name, where the largest store is the tiny corner gas-station, or maybe the hardware store, packed full of odds and ends (and offering 50 cent ice-cream cones, no less). But it does, truly, 2 hrs west of Worcester, and the fall festival is one place where you cannot deny the authenticity of the town.

2007-10-09T06:02:00.000-07:00

Why is it that whenever I go home I end up taking a thousand pictures of my little brother, Sunil, and sister, Raine. Actually, I think I know. When you take a picture of someone you love, sometimes, not always, but sometimes the resulting photo shows not only the subject, but the love of the photographer too.

I can fly!

2007-10-01T15:15:00.000-07:00

So I was zooming around testing out my wings, when all of a sudden I accidently ended up on the roof of the Goddard Library. Oops! How the hell did that happen?

2007-09-28T03:16:00.000-07:00

Talk about stellar stuff: http://www.horolezec.cz/gallery.htm

2007-09-26T14:15:00.001-07:00

As someone who grew up in about the polar opposite culture, Worcester can be a daunting place. My first few weeks at Clark, I kept trying to meet peoples eye and say hello when I passed them on the street. Boy did I get some ugly looks for that. I learned fast. I don't want to sound like some naive clean-cut corn-eating well-mannered country girl. I've had more than my fair share of experiences living with more than 300 people, mostly teenagers, mostly girls, mostly just out of lock-up, or with pending cases hanging over their heads like anvils. Still, the closed up, mind your own business feel of this place surprises me again and again. That's the feeling I was trying to create when I saw these two girls, what, making flower necklaces? There is a security cam on the TV screen, and they are so cloistered in and unapproachable. It's ironic that they are making necklaces, with a set-up like that, it could be Meth. I took one picture, and the tiny noise of my camera made this girl who was pretty far away jerk around and look menacing, and then glare at me like id just killed her kid or something. Sheesh. I think I got that mean old Worcester feel right on.

2007-09-24T12:34:00.001-07:00

I can't help but laugh every time I walk by this place. To me this is, laaa, laaa, raaaawr!

2007-09-22T11:59:00.001-07:00

Pink Outfit

Payless Shoes

2007-09-22T00:45:00.000-07:00

Enough of that crap. Let me start from the beginning. My name is Maddy Leue. I am from a small town called Ashfield Ma. These are my sisters.
Both were adopted on the same glorious day.
That was years ago. Now Raine is turning Seven. Celebration: Friendly's.

Manly Things

2007-09-20T22:09:00.000-07:00

I've been trying to find matches among my photographs, to figure out what interests me thematically. So far, it looks like a lot of trash. But I do also have this thing for portraits. My favorite thing about portraits is that they force us to reverse that little anecdote we learned in preschool about not judging a book by its cover. Hey, that's all you get in a portrait! But most of us do betray a lot about ourselves at face value, and that's what portrait photographers gamble on, so keep it up. These are just photos of boys and men doing manly things. Keep it up guys.

2007-09-18T15:32:00.001-07:00

These are also from stART. Alone, I think they are mildly interesting, together, arresting.
For your consideration:
Worcester Youth 1:
Worcester Youth 2:

2007-09-17T12:18:00.000-07:00

These pictures are from stART on the street, Worcester's annual art festival. I found the eclectic crowd delightful. There were artsy people, and down-right thugs, and everything in between. It was a really bright day, but I kept ducking into the shade of tents and overhangs, so I battled with finding the right exposure, but I think I found it somewhere in there. These haven't been photoshopped yet, I'll edit the post and replace them when I have finished files.

2007-09-09T11:10:00.000-07:00

Clean and hard. Everything just seemed right about this image.
Huh, for some reason I can't get it to post it's true colors, which are much more attractive. I will replace this after photoshopping it; that might look better.

2007-09-08T10:37:00.001-07:00

Please just look at this link. I guarantee it will blow your mind. http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=vIFCV2spKtg

2007-09-07T18:29:00.001-07:00

Broke a few laws to get this picture, but that's between you, me, and the rest of the internet. Drive in theaters attract me because they reek of outdated American culture. You can practically smell the hair grease and restrained sexuality, even though this one is at least 10 years abandoned. Lots of other great pictures from this shoot, but this one is my favorite for its simplicity. If it's both run-down and beautifully geometrical, well then I want to shoot it. Oh screw it I'll post one more... This one is called grass and straws.