That...was my foot.

Transition

2005-06-30T04:19:00.000-07:00

I'm going to dual post for a week or so to get the feel for my-expressions: http://thatwasmyfoot.my-expressions.com/index.html
Initially I think I'll like it better but the jury is still out. We'll see.
Check it out and let me know what you think.

2005-06-30T04:18:00.000-07:00

Wall detail behind a strip center in Huntsville, TX. Calumet45, T-Max 100.

2005-06-29T04:28:00.000-07:00

Greenhouse, Spring, TX. Calumet 45, Polaroid Type 55 print.

2005-06-28T04:54:00.000-07:00

Nathan and robot, Calumet 45. Polaroid Type 55 print.

2005-06-27T04:36:00.000-07:00

Fan, Spring, TX. Calumet 45, Polaroid Type 55 print.

2005-06-26T06:28:00.000-07:00

Found objects, broken water gun, Huntsville, TX. Calumet 45, Polaroid Type 55 print

2005-06-25T05:42:00.000-07:00

Desk drawer, garbage dump, Huntsville TX. Holga 120S with +7 closeup filters.

2005-06-24T04:35:00.000-07:00

Found book, garbage dump, Huntsville, TX. Holga 120S with +7 closeup filters.

"Just before Bill disappeared,"

2005-06-24T04:22:00.000-07:00

So, another post of, well, trash really. I don't think it elevates anything to call them "found objects", they're still technically garbage.
When I saw this particular book laying on the ground, by nature I thought it was interesting to look at from a textural standpoint, which is usually where it begins. Any deeper meaning evolves or devolves while I'm behind the camera or studying it later.
This time however, I was struck by the text "Just before Bill disappeared,". For some reason it punched me in the gut and made me a little uneasy. I realized my mind immediately went to my son Nathan and it made me tense. Since he's been born, I've become overly sensitive to any kind of stimuli that conceptually puts my son in danger or takes him away from me completely. When I was getting my photo degree, for awhile I seriously considered going into forensics photography. Now, I have a hard time watching the news, I still get a little weepy when I take him home to his mom's, and the most recent story of the lost boy scout really had me by the short hairs.
Funny how things change.

2005-06-23T04:29:00.000-07:00

Behind the store fronts, Huntsville, TX

2005-06-22T04:39:00.000-07:00

Poolside portrait, Deer Park, TX. FirstFlex TLR

Summertime Rolls

2005-06-22T04:35:00.000-07:00

A little tribute to the coming month of July. My son will be staying with us for the full month, and that month is packed. Fun in the sun 'til the training wheels fall off.

2005-06-21T04:25:00.000-07:00

Mr. Hamburger, Huntsville, TX. FirstFlex TLR

Try the Killer

2005-06-21T04:18:00.000-07:00

Across from The Walls prison unit on 11th street you can get arguably the best hamburger in Texas. With double meat, double cheese and loaded with jalapenos, The Killer isn't the biggest burger they've got. That title belongs to the King Kong. Eating under the shade outside the restaurant is the best way to appreciate The Killer, but if you have to get it to go, hurry home before the grease eats its way through the bottom of the brown paper bag.

2005-06-20T04:24:00.000-07:00

Found objects, can and photo, Huntsville, TX. Calumet 45, Polaroid Type 55 print.

Back to the source

2005-06-20T04:15:00.000-07:00

Went back to Huntsville on Saturday with my son and my brother, in the hopes of hitting some of the creative hotspots from the college days. The elusive "factory" was re-discovered, only the factory was no more. All that was left were several concrete slabs and a lot of trash. Exposed a few frames, brought some of the more interesting trash home (see above), and indulged in a Killer burger from Mr. Hamburger. Now that I know this place is no more, I can spend more time, next time, trying to find the empty schoolhouse. Or maybe, just maybe, I need to go somewhere new...

2005-06-19T05:34:00.000-07:00

Schoolhouse wall, Huntsville, TX. Happy Father's Day.

2005-06-18T05:46:00.000-07:00

Thornton, TX. Calumet 45

2005-06-17T03:49:00.000-07:00

Discarded pool, Holga 120S

2005-06-16T04:29:00.000-07:00

Wall, Thornton, TX

2005-06-15T04:22:00.000-07:00

Signposts, Deer Park, TX. Holga 120s

2005-06-14T04:23:00.000-07:00

Pool shed with mail slot, Deer Park, TX. FirstFlex TLR

2005-06-13T04:26:00.000-07:00

Street corner, New Orleans, LA

2005-06-12T07:00:00.000-07:00

Street chess, New Orleans, LA

2005-06-11T05:27:00.000-07:00

Pail, Holga 120s.

2005-06-10T04:28:00.000-07:00

Carnival prizes, Holga 120S

2005-06-09T04:42:00.000-07:00

Brian, Holga 120s with closeup filters.

2005-06-08T04:23:00.000-07:00

Burned chair, Huntsville, TX

2005-06-07T04:36:00.000-07:00

Wall, New Orleans, LA

2005-06-06T04:28:00.000-07:00

Rooftops, New Orleans, LA.

2005-06-05T06:16:00.000-07:00

Subway, Boston, MA

2005-06-04T05:59:00.000-07:00

Lunch and coffee.

2005-06-03T04:56:00.000-07:00

Brian. Argus C3.

2005-06-02T04:25:00.000-07:00

Windowsill, Thornton TX.

2005-06-01T04:45:00.000-07:00

Scale, Thornton TX.

2005-05-31T04:34:00.000-07:00

London subway.

2005-05-30T06:23:00.000-07:00

Hidescape, Thornton TX. Ansco PIX Panorama.

2005-05-28T22:39:00.000-07:00

Cow Tongue. Ansco PIX Panorama diptych.

2005-05-28T06:10:00.000-07:00

New Orleans rooftops.

2005-05-27T04:35:00.000-07:00

Water tower, Deer Park, TX. Taken with a Brownie Hawkeye.

2005-05-26T04:48:00.000-07:00

Skull detail, salted paper contact print.

2005-05-25T05:07:00.000-07:00

Skull detail, gum bichromate contact print.

2005-05-24T01:37:00.000-07:00

Chairs, Thornton TX. Van Dyke Brown contact print.

2005-05-23T04:31:00.000-07:00

Marblehead, MA

2005-05-22T06:47:00.000-07:00

Babe, PIX Panorama triptych.

2005-05-21T05:54:00.000-07:00

Hazard Rocks, Cyanotype contact print.

2005-05-20T04:52:00.000-07:00

Crown of thorns, salted paper contact print.

2005-05-19T04:29:00.000-07:00

St. Paul's Cathedral, North Door.

2005-05-18T06:05:00.000-07:00

"Raise your skinny fists..." St. Paul's Cathedral in London, under Holy construction circa 2002.

2005-05-17T05:06:00.000-07:00

Lighthouse on Block Island, R.I. More fun with the PIX Panorama.

2005-05-16T14:33:00.000-07:00

Back alley in downtown Brenham, TX, and a visual metaphor for my current state of mind. I'm feeling super burned out. I blame most of it on allergies and several hours in the sun on Saturday at the art car parade. This too shall pass...

2005-05-12T15:35:00.000-07:00

Probably my favorite photo from my trip to Boston in 1993. Walking through "Little Italy" along the Freedom Trail I came across these two gents having an afternoon sit.

2005-05-11T18:10:00.000-07:00

Going back through the archives, scanning all the portfolio stuff. This is the best thing to come out of the Ansco Pix Panorama so far. An $11 purchase at Walgreen's back in 1991, I love this little camera. Sure it's not a REAL panoramic camera, just a reloadable point and shoot with a wide angle lens and a panoramic mask, but it sure as hell is fun.

2005-05-08T10:50:00.000-07:00

A special Mother's Day post for Mom. Mom with her horse Babe. Two of the sweetest souls.

2005-05-08T10:49:00.000-07:00

Happy Mother's Day to, well, all the Mothers out there.

2005-05-07T08:38:00.000-07:00

Taken in Huntsville Texas. I'll be damned if I can't find this place again.

2005-05-03T04:58:00.000-07:00

Stove, Thornton, Texas.

More busted rural stuff. I love it. This hunk of metal was leaning outside the shed next to Uncle Bubba's tank. Now, why this stove made it this far I'll never know. It's literally a shed, it's only purpose seeming to provide shelter if it rained, and it's a mile or two from the road. God knows no cooking took place in this shack. Either way, the crippled disposition, the lack of any true purpose beyond oxidation, and the myriad of tones and textures got my attention. Luckily I didn't have to carry my camera and tripod as far this time...

2005-04-28T17:18:00.000-07:00

Another from the schoolhouse in Huntsville.

2005-04-25T17:15:00.000-07:00

Babe

2005-04-23T14:32:00.000-07:00

And this is after a tweak in Photoshop, to reveal the true features of ... oh to hell with it. It's just fun.

2005-04-23T14:31:00.001-07:00

Here's the multi-layer in it's purest form.

2005-04-23T14:31:00.000-07:00

Hell yeah. Picasa 2 is sweet. Allowed me to do something I've always wanted to...a collage of almost every CD/LP/45 I've ever owned. Okay fine, it's truly only about half (I'm a gatherer...more about that later). What this represents is the efforts of converting all of my CDs circa 1999, converting them to MP3s, archiving them, then scanning the CD cover and selling it on eBay. Sweet Jesus. But Picasa2 made this part easy. And yes, completely derivative requiring no creativity but the multi-layer result is haunting. See that face in there? You know you do. That's the face of the cumulative effect of all this music on my soul. Or maybe that's Mary. Let the misguided obsessive pilgrimage begin.

2005-04-23T08:19:00.000-07:00

Taken in an empty schoolhouse circa 1992 in Huntsville, Texas. I was a lot more ambitious then, carrying my Calument45 and Bogen tripod anywhere and everywhere I could. I spent a lot of time in this schoolhouse. A few of us did. Always amazed me to see how we'd come up with different viewpoints and feelings in the same limited space. It was Zone System Heaven.

Ahhhh vanity.

2005-04-22T21:19:00.000-07:00

So, like, here I am.

Yeah, that's what I thought.

There'll be pictures here soon enough. And more letters strung together to resemble coherent thoughts.

You'll see.