time to figure things out

I'm going to be taking a little break from the camera, as such I won't be posting much for a little while.  My head's become a little crowded with ideas, you know how sometimes you feel like you've got your whole life figured out, and then a cold and wet reality slaps you you off course.  I'll find my way again and then I'll be back, like an abacus you can count on it

In my backyard (Well, in a collective sort of sense)

Doesn't he look majestic and proud?

and these guys were just altogether too adorable.

I'll post more photographs from this adventure in the next day or two.

for now I bid you all adieu as I retreat underground.



do you ever wonder what's happening inside those other houses?

Busking in Your Bedroom

Party at Casa Albert

all I could do was put a seashell to your ear

"let’s go play some money on the order the horses
break the ribbon of that famous finish line
and then gather up our stash, babe
find a little ranch, babe
and buy a lonely little pony to ride"

Lyrics from "Seashell Tale" by M. Ward

love like a heart attack

slothful tempest

making up for lost time

full time work/slavery has put a rather untimely halt on my photographic adventuring, but during this down time i have rediscovered treasure :)

i dug these out of the archives, i took them about a year ago, one cold and grey morning when i decided to follow Mika to class.

i think it was worth it. 

a friend in action, sampled

+ cloudbursting in clear skies +

we are nowhere and it is now.

Meeting Max. He was awake this time :)

this picture of Max is one of my favorite photographs i've ever taken. while i don't think i'd ever be prepared to for parenthood myself, a tidal wave of excitement washes over me whenever i look at this.

he looks like his uncle. :P

a collection of pictures taken and imagined

take a look at the rest of my photographs in my digital shoebox: http://picasaweb.google.com/102144039969391974652

the girl with the x-ray eyes

summer seems so long ago now

a sunrise, somewhere in the freestate...

cold suburbia

she knows all the stories, read them all in the magazines

we went for a walk at dusk. the sky was a magnificent blue