Is it getting lame in here or what? All my inspiration left once I got on the plane and came back to the midwest. sigh. But covering my butt for Project 365 here are images 67:365.
This is why I love my Honda Element. I have the vinyl flooring so that I can pretty much pour...
Um, yeah. That was one crazy weekend.
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And neighbor kid from yesterday morning. I’m pretty sure he couldn’t see me shooting from my dining room, but by the expression on his face, perhaps he could. See the SNOW still lying about? Gonna be in the 50’s this week. MELT SNOW MELT!!!
Strike that, reverse it… Gotta be honest, I just can’t bring myself to shoot anymore snow shots. Just sayin.
Fox in Socks never had a chance…grrrr! Cleanamobilia. Food and Book. Board Does.
Can I just say that I’m lovin my life right now? Gosh, it feels good to say that. I’m such a tortured person, always feeling I’ve gotta fix something or figure something out or find the meaning and purpose of a situation. But right now, I don’t feel that way. And, AND (a big ‘and’),...
Can anyone explain this to me? Photographers? Film makers? Why would this particular photographer use a hot light instead of a strobe to photograph this model? Is he using it to diminish shadows around the face? From this distance? Is he using it as a fill light? Wouldn’t a reflector do that? Strange. I want...
I love this city so much. When I am there I feel connected to a world that is vast and full and exciting. I am surrounded by ethnicities and color and culture that is missing from my life in sub-rural Ohio. I am surrounded by the poverty, the desperation, the dreams, the rich, the haves...
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One of the reasons I decided to go into photography is because I have a strong inner need to express myself. Which at its root is more of a need to expel the demons that plague me. In other words– I have a strong need to make things right in the world. Writing does that...
I think I’m having creators block. Very similar to writer’s block, but worse I think. And I’m gonna blame the Project 365. I think it’s zapping my ability to be creative because of the pressure to put something up here everyday. But then, I’m blaming something intangible instead of blaming myself. My blog isn’t really...
