Where are your friends tonight?

I’ve decided to work on a portrait series with my remaining few weeks before school starts. It’ll be good for me. I want to work with natural light, strobes and body language. I’ve got the ideas in my head, but what I need now are volunteers. I’m thinking a series based around the poem “Into the Midst of It” by Bronwen Wallace. I posted it a while back, but in case you didn’t read it, I’ll post it again:

Into the Midst of It, Bronwen Wallace:
You’ll take a map, of course, and keep it
open in front of you on the dashboard,
though it won’t help. Oh, it’ll give mileages,
boundary lines, names, that sort of thing,
but there are places yet
where names are powerless
and what you are entering
is like the silence words get lost in
after they’ve been spoken.

It’s the same with the highways.
The terse, comforting numbers
And the signs that anyone can read.
They won’t be any good to you now.
And it’s not that kind of confidence
you’re after anyway.

It makes you think of the people you love,
How their faces look when they don’t know you’re
watching them,
so that what you see there
forces you to recognize
how useless your love is, how little
all your hopes, your good intentions
can ever do for them.

You, who have lived your whole life believing
if you made enough plans
you wouldn’t need to be afraid,
driving through a countryside
only the road seems to care about,
to rediscover every time it enters
with that kind of love that’s partly tenderness
and partly a sort of confidence
you can’t put words around.

Like the look
the people at home will give you
when you get there: nonchalant and almost too deep
for you to see, as they turn back
to whatever held them
before you came.

So if there’s any volunteers for this, I’ll take it. Maybe I’ll shoot some of it in California…I could see that working out very well.

Let it Fall

As promised, a few pictures from my last roll of film.

It’s a big bat.

Who doesn’t love coloring presidents? And who would have thought they have a coloring book of president’s at the Slugger Museum?

Yes, this is a real dog.

Ran into David Stephenson, his wife and daughter at the courthouse fountains.

Tori, David’s daughter. She was like a fish.

I have about two rolls of B&W and a roll of 120 film I’m holding onto for California. I can’t wait to get those developed.

nice day for a walk in the park

After a disappointing morning of chasing middle school children around campus, I decided to go to the Arboretum to feature hunt. Here’s what I found:

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Good day.

our treehouse

It’s been awhile, but I present you all with a mix. Call it an act of inspiration from the past few weeks. Click on the cover art for a link the the sendspace link.

Justin had been wanting me to make him a mix, and here it’s is. A bit of what I’ve been listening to this summer and a bit of what I wanted to share with him. Hope you all enjoy. I’m finally dropping off a roll of film tomorrow, so I should have pictures up by the end of the day the end of the week.