Looking In

12.05.2010

My Musical Friends...

Mark Shimmin:

Lindsay Anderson:

Brian Eberhardt:

Trees of Lyres:

Kelsey Shields:

12.01.2010

#23

Stranger #23

San Francisco, California

Seller of organic donuts.

#22

Stranger #22

San Francisco, California

Man watching the water.

Or sleeping.

#21

Stranger #21

San Francisco, California

"Indie Captain Hook" - Lindsay Anderson

Another hip shot.

11.30.2010

#19 & 20

Strangers 19 and 20

Salem, Oregon

Caught in the hip shot.

#18

Stranger #18

Portland, Oregon

Car window shot.

11.29.2010

Ah Portland.

I love Oregon. The rain, the recycling, the bicycling, the music, and the friends who know how to be friends. It's refreshing.

11.08.2010

fall = favorite

"How silently they tumble down

And come to rest upon the ground

To lay a carpet, rich and rare,

Beneath the trees without a care,

Content to sleep, their work well done,

Colors gleaming in the sun.

At other times, they wildly fly

Until they nearly reach the sky.

Twisting, turning through the air

Till all the trees stand stark and bare.

Exhausted, drop to earth below

To wait, like children, for the snow."

- Elsie N. Brady, Leaves

11.03.2010

My older brother is a writing major. My younger brother aces his college level poetry classes. My mother would excel in a spelling bee. My aunt is an editor. My cousins are too smart for me to even talk to.

I would like to tell you that I post pictures without a lot of words to accompany them because I don't like to write. The truth is, I'm intimidated. Yes, I'm that guy. I lack the guts to disregard what others think and just write the words I feel - to express love, fear, pain. I even lack the courage to write a description of everyday activity. It's frustrating.

So, I found another way to express those things. I found a way to get everything out by looking through a viewfinder, which is most likely why picking up a camera is often the only thing that can cheer me up when I'm down. I find myself in a place where I don't care if I'm good. I don't care if other people hate what comes from it. All I know is that when I click the shutter, I disappear. It helps me breathe.

Anyway. Tonight is not a good night. The world is dark so a camera can't help me (and there's no way I'm bringing the flash into this). Instead, I decided to write.