Self Portraits

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

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

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

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

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

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.

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.