Snow always makes me wish I were in a snug, warm cabin in the mountains with a mug of Kahlua-ized hot chocolate and a pint of ice cream. In reality, of course, I'm so poor, I'm the only schlub on my block actually shoveling snow; everyone else is running a snowblower. It's still pretty, though, even if I personally would rather never see a day ( Read more... )

Happy New Year, everybody ( Read more... )

Yesterday's photography adventure only whetted my enthusiasm for practicing my photography on real live people. I don't want to take out an ad on Craigslist, I don't want to pay a fee to an actual model, and I won't get into the city very often to meet my new photo buddies (who only seem to meet once every month or two). I don't know them well ( Read more... )

You know what's funny about memory? The fact that I don't feel like writing about it for yet another day. My friends page seems rife with loss and sentimentality today, so I'm going to resist the gestalt and try to write about something more fun, with the purely selfish goal of keeping my own spirits up ( Read more... )

( Some pictures )

Looking through an old hard drive you haven't seen in two years can be some rough shit, let me tell you.