a visual journal and blog

Call me out and I can be close

Call me out and I can be close The last post mentioned that I had shot a set using the same sliver of light that snuck through the curtains in one of the bedrooms here. I remember the first time it caught my eye as I was about to walk downstairs. Was one of those…

I brought a knife to a gunfight

I brought a knife to a gunfight Any one that knows me well, knows that Taylor Swift and her songs are a giant guilty pleasure for me. Thus why I have made soooo many blog posts using some of her lyrics as titles for posts. So of course I am using another one with this…

Emotionally Unavailable

Emotionally Unavailable!LIFETIME OFFER! ACT NOW! You can grab this new shirt design in the store now!Since the pandemic has put shooting on a bit of hold, my sleep deprived brain has been working on some new products.

out of the shadows

out of the shadows Crack the shutters open wideI wanna bathe you in the light of dayAnd just watch you as the raysTangle up around your face and body I could sit for hoursFinding new ways to be awed each minute‘Cause the daylight seems to want youJust as much as I want you Lyrics from…

i love it when a plan comes together…

I couldn’t help but quote an A-Team lyric for this one! I had the pleasure to hang out and shoot with Destiny recently. And as promised, I am working on the digital images before I scan and get lost in the film images. I wanted to try to add something different to her portfolio and…

Sad and bored…

Sad and bored… You say you feel sorry for me, I’m not sorryThis is the best that I’ve been, I’m not happyThe truth is that I’ll never be, but at least I don’t need to pretendYeah, everything’s boring and bleakI’m not hoping for betterI’ve made my peace, so I’m laughingThe truth is that I’ll never…

Time

Time Maybe all the stars in the night are really dreamsMaybe this whole world ain’t exactly what it seemsMaybe the sky will fall down on tomorrowBut one thing’s for certain, babyWe’re running out of time Lyrics from Time by Donald Glover/Childish Gambino

I didn’t come to pick a fight

I didn’t come to pick a fight I know the culture here is to stay humble but shitIf we all go round bowed heads,If never none of us go for the belt who winsMy mother says I’ve loved too many menBut I took and left something in every bedTurns his headThe night might rise up…