Winnie the Pooh, silly old bear.

"Rabbit is clever," said Pooh thoughtfully.
"Yes," said Piglet, "Rabbit's clever."
"And he has Brain."
"Yes," said Piglet, "Rabbit has Brain."
There was a long silence.
"I suppose," said Pooh, "that that's why he never understands anything."

Reading Winnie the Pooh as an adult is quite different than having it read to you as a child. I envy that bear all stuffed with fluff.

"Pooh!" he whispered. "Yes, Piglet?" 

"Nothing," said Piglet, taking Pooh's paw. "I just wanted to be sure of you."

The Salton Sea

"What is the Salton Sea exactly? I mean how did it come to be?"
"A mistake."
"Oh."

Re-visiting the virgin

Took this ages ago. It's a bit silly, looking back now, but I was recently talking to a friend about Catholic iconography and how beautiful it is. This is the virgin mary who watches over my neighborhood.

It's back to the books.

That time again.

Spending more time in the library

and the arts buildings and reading 

and chipping off my nail polish while listening to lectures about 

architecture and natural selection.

Creativity isn't really all that fun when it has a letter grade. 

Drinking too much coffee 

and trying very carefully to follow most of the rules. 

Still in that silly funk. Summer didn't really feel like summer or like it was really 

all that worth it. huh. 

As of late

- "How have you been?"
- "Good. No, wait, I have been really shitty lately for no reason actually."
- "Yeah, me too. No reason."

Good to know I am not the only one. It's silly how we get in unexplainable funks. But we always want an explanation. I don't have one. And I have no idea how long this one is going to last.

(Sometimes I wish I could stand in front of this piece forever but then I realize I just wish I could create a feeling like this one.)

Old imagery

I was going through my iphoto and thinking about summertime in other places and how I have documented things. I was talking to someone recently about Coney Island in the summer. This is what it looked like through my silly little Canon Powershot when I was 16 years old.

Round here, it's summer time.

I have been meaning to do this for sometime.

These are the last batch of photographs from my Sleepy Hollow piece I started on a while back. The project, like most of life, did not go as planned. I was not 100% satisfied with the results but I met some lovely people along the way and fell more in love with that corky three mile stretch of Carbon Canyon. Thank you to all who spent time with my camera and I.

And We found ourselves in California....

LA,Our City
this video is lovely and yes, he kicks this much ass every time he speaks.

As of late

I finished a book in three hours the other day. It felt really good, I forgot I can do that.
I am jonesing for a southern summer and my mother's food and lightening bugs and perhaps an afternoon shower.
And I wish I could shoot a 4x5 like Sally Mann

Skin

This is an ongoing project of nudes. Here is a taste of the skin I have been shooting as of late.

Yermo, California

Finally made that trip out to the desert with Laura. I so missed the bizarre and abandoned.  Warm beer in hand, wandered the mile stretch of Yermo Road and riffled through the remains of people's lives. The warm, dry, desert wind and a chocolate milkshake was exactly what my body needed.