blue.green

Got to play dj at a party last night. mega dance move-alot. we had jumbles of fun. outkast saved my life once again. I was layin down that chonky fire like mr. ohno at the old folks home.

photo credit: Cobra

Listening to: Two Dope Boyz in a Cadillac

Dry Playground

Dry recording in the shower. We've all done it. Get your kinky reggae on.
Listening to : Bob Marley

Deep Sea

So I found out my point and shoot camera can do time-lapse video....So i played with itinstead of taking pictures. Video is short, but maybe more of these to come along with photos of course.

check out these crazy news stories.

'Bored' boys face felony after tossing oranges, hitting cop car

Swiss police spy marijuana field with Google Earth

Cops ‘bag’ suspect in suitcase

VII

I will be posting my photo from today later, after I take it, but I wanted to post a link this morning. VII Photo Agency. Mos def my favorite group of photographers on the planet. The best of the best when it comes to war/humanitarian/social issues photography. Either click the 'features' tab or the 'photographers' tab and explore if you get some free time.

Another good one: Magnum Photos

enjoy

Listening to: Susumu Yokota

12 to 1

Where is the maid?

Where is the maid?

Where is my blood?

Where is thy foop?

53rd.

Listening to: Eternal Morning

df,gmjhdbfgklbadglka

I'm sick. no picture for today. hopefully I will be back to normal tomm.

Listening to: me blow my nose.

This photograph I took at a house party last night brought a question to my attention. Why do we like to kill (finish) our drinks (beer/mixed beverage/etc) right before we urinate? So we have 2 free hands for navigating our bile in to the porcelain quarry down below? So we can drunk text while we release that redbull from earlier in the evening? So we can plant our face in our hands and wonder why you drank so much? So we can use both limbs to hold your alcohol infused body up without falling into that disgusting floor yelling for "insert best friend here" to come pick your ass up and get you into a bed or something that resembles one. I guess any of those answers will suffice, thats all for today.

Listening to: Bruce Springsteen

Tic-Tac-Limb

Friday night partying. Limbs. Bass Vibrations. Wall Shadows. Blowing it out the Window. Breakfast at 2:00 A.M. Hunter. Funny Videos. Cops?. D.A.N.C.E. Kiss-n-Quit. Sub Kit. Horrible Tequila Shots. Ketel One arrival. 30 sec. serious talks. Smile and laughing. Everyones favorite songs. Outkast. Hulk Hands. Silly. We all had fun last night. Enjoy the pile-o-limbs.
Listening to: Outkast

Macabre Gymnast

I was very happy to find this squirrel dead. For some reason I am infatuated by death and the different forms and appearances it can take. I find the position of the body very interesting. How everything seems to go limp and you become a macabre gymnast, bending and twisting in ways not possible while blood runs warm and you can still feel the pulse in your neck. This photo reminds me of crime scene photos I have seen by legendary photographer Weegee. So today I will dedicate this post and photograph to Weegee. Here are some links to enjoy his work.
listening to: Keyboards typing

Wikipedia on Weegee
Google Images Weegee
Youtube Weegee Video

Advantage: The Visually Impaired

Im not really crazy about this photograph. I've just been wanting to take a picture of this gentlemen for months now. I just love how he flipped his disability into something he can throw in all our faces. Using his hat to keep his face warm from the cold winter winds. Like I said its not really a good picture, but merely a snapshot of the moment. I did follow him for awhile and have to sorta hide behind a car right before he walked by to get my shot. Im not really sure why I hid......since he is blind. I kinda felt like he had a 6th sense that could feel me close. Anyway I will continue to shoot this man when I see him and post my results.
listening to: Arcade Fire

The Way Back

A poem written by Dylan Stansky, I have no idea what he's getting at. Interpret however you like.

listening to: Little Brother

We Dress the Same

This gentelmen approached my car window last night. Begging for change to go toward gas for his car stranded a little down the road. I proposed a deal, change for his photograph. He agreed as long as I wasn't the police. I forgot to ask his name. I have no idea if his gas story is credible or not, but I would like to think he was being genuine. We were both wearing flannel shirts that night.

Listening to: The Felize Brothers