Blood Removal
July 31st, 2009
July 31st, 2009
They Don’t Love You Like I Love You
touch the image above to see and listen for 26 seconds
That beautiful woman stood up on stage and sang to me. The rain had stopped and the clouds were parting and I pressed record so she could sing to you like she sung to me. Now you can hear what I heard and see me as I was when I heard it.
Today I did something I almost never do and never do for many a good reason. I went to see live music and I still have been to less then five concerts. The call came, the time was right, I could not say no. I stood in the rain almost five hours waiting to hear her say it. When I heard her almost say the words, I pressed record on my phone. Once they were said, I put my phone back in my pocket and started the journey home.
Thank you Karen O. | 7/31/09 | 8:27:16 PM
July 30th, 2009
Helen’s Home
The day I met Helen.
July 30th, 2009
Folsom Street Fair
These images are old, very old. I remember the year, but have decided it does not matter. I can remember that I walked around for almost three hours without making images and that I really wish I had been. I did not know anyone and was there alone and wished I wasn’t.
I was about to leave in frustration with myself over many different reasons when someone from college I hadn’t seen since saw me and said hello. He was making images too and when I imagined the kind of images he was making, I suppose it bothered me enough to just start making my own.
I shot 19 rolls of film in less then an hour and only stopped as I had run out of film. Konica 640 Tungsten chrome film shot in daylight unfiltered that expired years before I got it mailed to me out of Neil Selkirk’s trash. It sat unprocessed a few years after I used it too.
No one spoke to me and I didn’t speak to anyone. Well, there was one person I remember speaking to me. She had emerald green eyes, soft blond hair pulled straight back, porcelain white skin and a chest that was exploding out of her corset, her emerald green corset that matched her eyes in sparkle and was tight… yes, that tight.
I cannot remember what she said to me, but I know she said it soft and while smiling. She was everything I wanted in this moment… I looked down at my camera away from her happy gaze, turned around and without saying a word to her, walked back off into the crowd.
July 27th, 2009
DIES SATURNI XI JULIUS MMIX
July 27th, 2009
Landing
41s video – touch image to watch & listen
July 26th, 2009
Waiting In San Antonio
I went to where I as told and waited twenty-nine minutes and fifty seconds. I walked around in circles and looked around in circles as the place I was told to wait was small and specific. I made 117 photographs in these circles. San Antonio looked like it always had or at least how I remembered and I liked that. Eventually, who I was waiting for arrived and I left this specific circle.
July 25th, 2009
Three Red Things
NY | My Favorite Towel In My Bathroom
FL | A Petal On The Hood Of A Car
NY | A Wall Outside The Door Of My Home
July 20th, 2009
Me & Myself | FL
July 19th, 2009
$15,000 Gun Club
I had heard of this club before but never sought out a chance to shoot clays there until a few months ago. When I inquired, I was told there was a $15,000 initiation fee with an annual $7,350 dues plus all daily expenses.
I immediately decided I would not join.
Then I got an email for a Fun Shoot open to the public this one day for $60.
I immediately decided I would go.
This was the 31st club I have visited for sporting clays.
July 19th, 2009
Jeffrey Peek & The WSJ
The above image is registered with the United States Copyright Office.
July 17th, 2009
My Friend’s Wife
There was a group of us, all of us excited and in various states of happy places, walking through the night streets from one place to another. I’ve known her a long time now and even photographed her as a bride. Tonight she wanted none of it, constantly hiding her face with her hands from me and my camera. I assumed it was a playful avoidance, but I’ll never really know. She was excitedly telling a story as we approached a cross walk with our green light. She was directly to the left and slightly in front of me and followed the rest of the group into the street to cross.
As she turned towards the group and stepped off the curb, I made an image similar to this one about the same time I noticed a large white van with flashing lights coming right at us… then I heard it’s siren. It was not going to stop and it was not going to avoid us. My left arm was free and the closest to her. I grabbed her bag strap and pulled her out of the way, close enough that my arm then went around her waist and I didn’t stop pulling her out of that white van’s way till we were almost back up on the curb.
I’ve done similar things before at awkward streetlights and always, always, always overreacted, once so bad I never lived it down.
This time, this night, I did not overreact.
July 17th, 2009
Unexpected Angels
24s video – touch image to watch & listen
I ran to the hotel window every few moments for 43 minutes while they made their turns to head back at one another outside of my view… They had woken me and I had no idea this was to happen, it was as random as any other plane in the sky yet of course these weren’t any other planes.
The sound of these types of jets is distinct and somehow it brings me great comfort every time I hear them fly around up there in the sky above me. It has for 20 years.
July 16th, 2009
3 Meals With My Parents in 24h
I visited my parents recently, they took me out to eat, often and I liked that – I grew up going out to eat more then I ate at home or I ate out of a microwave. I never learned to cook, I got rid of my stove in order to fit a new bookcase for my photography books and I have a hatred of washing dishes that I do believe is unparalleled. My relationship with food is odder then yours, well, possibly.
July 16th, 2009
93/7201 | 90 20mg Yellow Tablets
I have never had more then three drags on a cigarette.
I have never finished a single hard alcoholic beverage.
I have had less then maybe thirty beers my entire life, never more then two at a time.
I have never tried a single illegal drug.
I never take medicine unless it is prescribed.
The last time I was prescribed medicine I didn’t finish over half the dosage.
I was recently given a new prescription for these little yellow tablets, one a day, for a year, as my one bad habit (see here), is proving to be slowly killing me just like any of the above would, most likely even faster.
I’ve had the above little yellow tablets a week now, I have yet to take a single pill.
Chemicals as chemicals somehow bother me yet chemicals disguised as plain hamburgers, cupcakes or pasta somehow I choose to celebrate.
July 16th, 2009
P.F. Chang’s Gave Me A Fortune Cookie
Thank you.
July 16th, 2009
Shane Likes Smoking Cigarettes
July 12, 2009 | 9th Avenue | New York City
July 15th, 2009
DIES SATURNI XI JULIUS MMIX | (prelude)
All images July 11, 2009.
July 14th, 2009
Opening Night | Nathan Lavertue
July 10th, 2009
The Little Boy on the Plane
2m 30s video – touch image to watch & listen
Yesterday at 12:17PM Central time, my brain starting screaming. This morning at 6:29AM Central time somewhere up high over somewhere else, it became so loud that the little boy behind me on my flight in seat 11C must of reached the limit of listening to that deafeningly silent screaming inside my head as he started letting his actual screaming out from the seat right behind me in 10C. For almost the entire 45 minute flight, flying away from something I did not want to leave, he was actually able to let his real screaming all out until a unique, previously unknown, beautiful woman disguised as a stewardess brought him momentary comfort while right at the end of his rope… I would of just chosen a different word to be screaming.
Thank you little screaming boy. Thank you unique, previously unknown, beautiful woman.
July 1st, 2009
Me | 1993 | by Forrest M
Me, 19 years old | Daytona Beach, FL | Bike Week
a 67s message from Forrest M | received 4/11/09 – 12:27AM
Forrest M | 1993 | by Me
There are a million reasons I love the internet. One of them, if not the best reason to love the internet, are the notes and stories other people that love the internet sometimes send my way… Receiving these notes and stories is absolutely wonderful, in fact, it downright keeps my world spinning.
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