February 2012
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WatchDay Thirty Six.
Day Thirty Three
“…talent is nice, but ambition is better…”
January 2012
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Day Twenty Nine
Hired.
WatchDay Twenty Seven.
WatchDay Twenty Six.
Day Twenty Four.
Day Twenty Two.
I had to cut my bangs today.
I watched all the little hairs fall into the sink, holding scissors close to my eyes, inches away from the mirror.
I had to say good bye today.
One by one, the small words washed out by Motown. I held them close, then watched them fall away.
WatchDay Nineteen.
“…biggest little expectations…i’m not going anywhere so i might as well fall in love, right?…”
Day Eighteen.
WatchGesture.
WatchDay Thirteen.
Day Twelve.
just. so. ready.
Day Nine.
Saturday’s are slow in this place.
Cowboy culture, western exploration, and an inflated sense of freedom has clouded my head for too long.
I am lovingly addicted to the faces in this high-desert, but I’m ready for something new. A challenge, maybe.
Give me a city. I want to be swallowed by a sea of anonymity and noise.
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Day Six.
My aesthetic is shifting.
A 6x6 camera, and medium format film, has changed how I structure the images I make.
In May of 2011, My uncle gave me his Yashica-D camera that he purchased for a high school photography class in 1972. It sat on the shelf for a bit, it took me a while to figure out how it would fit into my repertoire of cameras.
It wasn’t until I used it at Forage that I realized...
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