For the Horse Lover

The great thing about the place I took these photos is that I was only by the road where the horses are for five minutes, maybe less, and two motorist's stopped and a third slowed down to make sure I didn't need help.



I see these horses almost every day since their owner lives near my drive to work, it is hard not to stop by every day.

Prints of these photos are available on Etsy.com under wirefox

Blast from the past, I found this image today while sorting old summer in California Images, I miss...

The house in San Luis Obispo with it's horrendous unclean fish pond of mosquito death, and the black cat, Osiris, and the walk to work, and the fog mornings, and the Plam theater, and those days, do you remember, when beyond sake of cost or reason we would find ourselves driving and driving, usually towards the ocean, and then who knows where we could have gone?

Dear K, I've been asked to define myself in 750 words. I'm trying to think how California and New York figure into who I am, beacuse Colorado doesn't anymore.

The Edits

The biggest challenge is no longer camera or composition, its editing. I have so many photos on my computer right now that I'd just love to photo shop, but the range of possible effects is daunting, this image turned into three separate etsy listings on my wirefox account, but only this one actually sold.

Colorado

Of those of you who follow my blog as personal and overly curious friends, i thought I should just let you know that I've decided to stay in Colorado. Yes, there is a flight leaving for California this evening, no, I will not be on it. That said, i am now open for all sorts of opportunities, photographic and otherwise. As usual, please contact me, I would love to spend some time with my friends in this town while I am here.

Got the role!!!!

So..

A quick update from Colorado:

I auditioned tonight for the guys from "We Do Monsters" a rather impressive, noir and horror inspired fun and funny web-series, see link for full video, or see their climatic IFC posting. Yes IFC, as in Independent Film channel.

In other News, Elizabeth Harvell's wedding gitters (it is one week from today) have done nothing to detract from her outstanding photography. See this photo which she took at 4 a.m. on an impromptu shoot.

That's a bridesmaid dress I'm wearing.

Well yes I am actually...

Last time I was at Farmer's market I made a detour near Garden street to try to capture an image of one of my favorite carving trees. I was distracted by the group at the end of the alleyway who seemed to be under the impression that I was acting as their own personal paparazzi, and they in turn approached me, and sent their most vocal, unlucky, or at least most outgoing member to ask me, like,

So, guy in yellow shirt- here's one of the photos I did take. There are a few others, regretably they are at a low ISO, and the focus is on the tree.

Adbuster's Cover Story...

(Photo of my shoes.)

I was struck by the end of the article.

"Dawn breaks and the last of the after-after-parties begin to spill into the streets. The hipsters are falling out, rubbing their eyes and scanning the surrounding landscape for the way back from which they came. Some hop on their fixed-gear bikes, some call for cabs, while a few of us hop a fence and cut through the industrial wasteland of a nearby condo development.

The half-built condos tower above us like foreboding monoliths of our yuppie futures. I take a look at one of the girls wearing a bright pink keffiyah and carrying a Polaroid camera and think, “If only we carried rocks instead of cameras, we’d look like revolutionaries.” But instead we ignore the weapons that lie at our feet – oblivious to our own impending demise. " (see full article at http://www.adbusters.org/magazine/79/hipster.html)

I ask you- is lawful revolution in the cards? A camera is a weapon, or it should be, and we, the over-indulged youth of America are increasingly equipped. The author of this piece goes on to describe hipsterdom as the end of civilization, this all feels like 1950's de'ja'vu to me.

What do you think?

Image of the day, September 1rst. Stark. Note tantalizing corner of a leaf in the upper edge, and imperfection as far as this composition is concerned. I ought to start posting one of my photos here whenever I can, to encourage myself to update here at all.

Taken the day I left for San Francisco. I took this one for you, Sal, though by the time we looked at my work it was buried in dense traveling shots.

On route to Cambria California is the tiny town of Harmony, Population 18. It consists of glass blowing galleries, post office, and other points of curiosity.

We went there today while meandering up to Hearst castle. Didn't time things right to see the mansion, but did stop over in Cambria for a farmer's market and tea.

The great thing about the morning shift at Papyrus is that afterwords I always feel as if I've had the full day off.

Flutter Fly

Today Kristy's Caterpillar emerged from it's chrysalis.

Movies- The good The bland and The overated

There will be Blood

This is the worst movie I've ever sat through since The Aviator. (please don't stone me for hating the aviator-I understand on some dim level that it looked pretty) The gripping cinema-photography and good acting can seem enough for some movie goers, but I wanted something more when I rented this film. I wanted plot. I wanted characters who existed outside of predictable parameters.

Something terrible is happening in American cinema. The younger annoying brother I never had is materializing in the form of a violence and collateral obsessed 13 year old braggart. He thinks he knows something about women, but is terrified of them, so they never appear outside of crude conversational reference. Those who love him look at his potential, which as of now seems to rest in his high cheek bones, pretentious and "retro" fashion taste, ability to use large words in complex sentences, and the emergence of a strong jaw line. In other words he's a good looking brat who can charm even the most critical adult, if they don't have to spend too much time with him.

Spoiler. I realized what was wrong when the young preacher boy leapt across the table at his father. This was brutal. It had that wouldn't it be cool quality. And if this Oscar nod is an annoying young boy, then I'm going to say the next film on my list is the tantalizing class clown.

Batman- The Dark Knight

I didn't go to this film with high expectations, so when it turned out that the hype about Heath Ledger was true, well, its hard not to be satisfied. This film is light on its treatment of Batman, but the villains have all of the menace and deliberately calculated patience touted in so-called more sophisticated films such as Blood. What's more, its actually enjoying to watch. Recent news has this film slated for re-release in January for at least the I-Max screen. For the film-makers, this is another shot at Oscars, but for audiences who didn't get their fix of summer blockbusters in a season of such gaseous air pockets as The Incredible Hulk, it's a second chance.

San Francisco

San Francisco- Fog City?

This single over-complicated photograph seemed like the best possible idea at the time. If I'd thought about it I would have noticed how hideous the hello kitty statues in the lower corner looked- not that hello kitty is hideous onto itself- but that the existence of the plastic cats undermined the architecture presented above. Attempts to put this in partial color resulted in a collage like effect.

We are back from San Francisco. This is day 21 of my job hunt, and I am happy to say that I have at least one part time job, that is, I will begin paid training for a good job as soon as I get back from my next trip to the city.

This photo was taken at the De Young Museum...I'm the one hidden behind the large dancing white flower...I find myself thinking of the friends I made on the train ride to this par of California. Jackie might want an email right now, a picture, a caption, "My heart is Not broken," it would say, but I may be too early to say...By the way, L.a. is the city of angels, New York is the City of Broken Dreams- what in this world is San Francisco?

Essay for Modern Poetry

A traditionalist reading of The Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock holds that the poem is about meaning in a socially shallow world, middle age, and the general sense of life unfulfilled due to indecision and self-conscious concerns. This is, in a deconstruction of the poem, only one reflection of the shattered mirror of Eliot's work. The conception of this idea of Prufrock, as a shallow man, one fraught with anxiety, also allows for a distinctive mirror reading of the tone which places the narrator as a sardonic man of deep thought and deeper frustration. Beyond these questions of basic communication is also the conceptualization of Prufrock as an experience, a poem of cumulative imagery and word sounds, both narration, hesitation, and the space in between. By tracing the ever changing possible connotative meanings within this text, one stops looking at a broken glass, and more to something akin to a river of mercury, or fast moving stream; the language moves like water, providing constant reflections and refractions. Still, it is possible from a personal perspective to trace several paths for the effects of the poem. Eliot's The Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock must also be considered in a system inclusive of other works such as The Cocktail Hour, and (Insert Poem), works which allow deeper and sometimes more definite insight to T.S. Eliot's idea and values.

Yeah, Eliot. This is what I enjoy doing in my spare time. The essay turned out better than it should have, considering what I set out to do...

Adventure in Film Part 1

Interview here