Shot in remote mode using my pc and the 35mm f/1.4.
I draw. I draw a lot. And as I always like to remind myself before I grab my pen, my sketches need not be good, wholesome, meaningful, or artful. They just need to be me.
Some suck. Some are good. But all are me.
Shot using my 35mm this is one of the few actual records I own, Stevie Ray Vaughan & Double Trouble’s 1983 Texas Flood. A classic worth picking up if you haven’t already. This record used to hang in my office along with SRV’s In Step. Now it collects dust awaiting the next office hanging party if and when that moment arrives.
Shot with the 35mm in a crap ass Seattle storm at the local pea patch garden. I love what the local gardeners do in an odd romantic kind of way so photography is really quite easy to pull off in their gardens. As most of the flowers, fruits, and vegetables are in the middle of death this time of year there was one orange flower in the middle of the plot.
Perhaps it’s just me at this moment. But this is oddly reminisce of where i am right now in life. Oddly defiant against nothing, alone, happy, and waiting for the seasons to turn.
I suppose at some point someone, perhaps some thing, won’t let me get away with simple photo slag alone on this site. They’ll demand I refrain from a completely tedious narrative and write again. And that I shave one of these days. To each their own. And for that I am thankful.
This week has taught me something, or in the narrowest of offerings re-exposed something I already knew. I surmise I’m not entirely alone.
My life has been driven by the urge to confront. To confront my fears, to confront stagnation, to confront the unknown, and ultimately to confront myself. It’s driven by the need to meet head on and somehow come to terms with, well, everything. There’s a need to eliminate the precursor of confrontation in my life, that feeling that I should be doing something about a situation but I’m not. I’ve reached the point where I no longer ask why.
In my world confrontation brings with it great rewards but it sure isn’t easy. I fight it every single day.
Shot at ISO 3200 to blow out the photo with loads of grainy bits. Why? No reason really. Because I can. Because the camera allows for it and I seldom follow rules. Because everything else is too easy. I used my 70-200mm f/4.0 which is easily my least used lens in my stash, quite frankly because I suck with this lens. And by suck I mean I really just suck at coaxing a good shot out of it. I’m revisiting her however, maybe this time around I’ll pay attention and learn something, maybe even coax a shot or two.
The shot is of a double-doored fridge.
Shot with my 35mm at an accidental f/1.4 and ISO 800, this is my sisters cat questioning the use of my new remote. I’ve noticed that the large flat screen in back (off screen) is an excellent source of light and color schemes that can produce some whack shot effects if done right. Not so much in this shot however.
One really doesn’t need to do much in wine country to make shit turn out. This was shot in Walla Walla, Washington during the peak of crush in the a’Maurice Winery vineyard. It’s amazing to me how gracious vineyard management and farmers are with us oenophiles that pack camera equipment around asking marginally stupid questions. I hope I did right by all of them.
This was shot with my 40d and 35mm f/1.4. Untouched in post production. Just like the a’Maurice chardonnay.
There’s really only so much to say about hitting the road. It’s fulfilling, void, new, hard, refreshing, uncertain yet so certain. It leaves marks on your mind, marks on your body, and marks on your heart. The road is my escape.
Shot with with my Rebel Xti and 50mm f/1.4 . For my Walla Walla crush trip I took both of my SLR bodies with differing lens set ups. In post-pro I pulled out the color and bumped up the contrast.
Shot with my 35mm my first day back. I couldn’t wait to see my little girl again, and apparently the feeling was mutual (thankfully). My friends Teri and Bill adopted her from China last year. She is rad. I think I need to get one.
Shot with my Canon 40d and 35mm, this is my poor dead Canon G9. Moments before jumping into a raft to head down a Texas river my g9 died. Some kind of lens error that doesn’t allow the lens to retract back in. Lame.
Canon has admitted this to be a common problem and will soon be replacing it. It might be premature but this is very likely the last point and shoot I will own.
