June 2005
ode to the men
i paid respects to one of my 'elder' art warriors tonight as he prepares for a new life. it was casual so that we didn't all get too sentimental and cry at the same time. grown men don't cry in front of each other but they know how to miss each other. _he's going to hate this photo [...]
this i believe
i was listening to npr this morning in my half waken state, a new habit that i’ve recently formed in the past year (thanks to my roommate), and the program was entitled ‘this i believe’. in short, it’s a reading of one’s philosophy within a span about 3 mins, which does seem quite about right. anymore and it would be challenaging to follow and many of us tend to over articulate. today’s author was particularly interesting in that she had apparently written the same type of eassy 50 years ago when she 16 years old. so, it […]
of blondes and beamers
Satruday mornings on chestnut street, cow hollow. i take a small pause in my daily routine to venture into the land of beamers and blondies. I would never voluntarily just drive here on a satruday morning to partake in this sort of observance, but I had to met a wedding client. Normally, I don’t bother meeting former clients, esp if they’ve paid me already but for some reason I was compel for this particular client since her wedding will be one I will always tell as once of the great drama of my weekend profession. Actually, now […]
late nights at the helm
it gets lonely in the studio after 7pm. on most nights, it’s me and my two roommates banging out the next great milestone. but lately, it’s mostly been me, with the music very loud. it keeps the lonelyiness at bay although there isn’t really any time to feel the lonelyiness. between all the gear shifting, from photo processing, to coding, to IT trouble shooting, to thinking about all the things I want to do after all the daily grind is ‘complete’. part of my movivation to push myself is to reach a business level where i can […]
the body of work
sometimes it’s hard to imagaine that i do anything else but live and breathe that is the all consuming big O. like if i was given ‘free’ time i would comment on how boring and unchallenging it was and would demand my money back. i am aware that it has extreme levels of over attention but part of me do just want to push it to where does one really implode from over focused activity. if it wasn’t for yoga, i have a feeling that i would have trip up on the concept awhile ago. i remember […]
don’t look directly into her eyes
sometimes i actually get a kick of of this trick call wedding photography. but then it again, when the bride can win the next ms beauty contest there isn’t much you have to do.
it’s all too easy
the gift of words is not something i quite understand. for most of my young adult life, i have dispise words and my lack of mastery of the basic aspects of the langugage. i still vividly recall my tortured nights in high school when it would take me two hours to express strutured sentences explaining the value of catcher in the rye to my insigificant life. of course now, it would be easy for me to comment on the meaning of it all because it accounts to nothing but an unfiltered snapshot of a polluted mind. still […]
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