i had the wonderful pleasure of being humble this morning. it started with a flat tire the day of “xmas” and i was supoose to be a shoot down in sunnyvale in about an hour. and i called up a friend and he saved my ass by lending me his car. how quickly my karma turn around with that last act. anyway, i arrive at my photo shoot and i am slightly embrassed that i am at a kid’s 3rd birthday. not that it surprised me or anything, but i think it finally dawn on me that […]
just saw the movie of the above title tonight and it’s all too although seemingly not comparable to my own life, i can’t help but see parallels. granted that i have the ‘passion’ for my ‘work’, there comes a price that is being paid with compound interests for every day i am engrossed in IT. it would be simpler to be in a state of misfortune for truth seems less dim when you’re a place of darkness. alas, i count my blessings and curse them at the same time. how many times will i play this record? […]
by mark strand in a field i am the absence of field. this is always the case. whereever i am i am what is missing. when i walk i part the air and always the air moves in to fill the spaces where my body’s been. we all have reasons for moving. i move to keep things whole.
still working on my kid/baby portfolio and i did some test work for my landlord’s daughter. i am a bit tired of the white background photos of kids but then i realize that “interesting” lighting doesn’t quite work with babies either. they don’t exactly stay pull so it’s a bit a pain to work with lighting setups for them.
originally entitled songs for natalie but then people would wonder who she was and i don’t want to have to explain anything. i was thinking about the shit she was going through when i made this mix for her. anyway, it is what is.
