Me, except old skool. Duh. Everywhere i went there were birds in pictures of me, so odd.

For Fathers, part deux

me! except rusted like the tin man!

People outside of the train on the way to Paris.

A crazy fun event with XPLR in Philadelphia. Jumping at the art museum and avoiding the security presence. Tons of fun indeed.

I had Rusty come out for a nightcap. I hate artificial light that has a yellow/orange color. Its my least favorite. Its just dirty light. I am also not one for color-correction, because i often color-create rather than correct. This color reflects my mood and my state of mind. Alone, in the middle of the road, blue.

A little girl ice skating decided to pose for me. I guess she didn’t really have a choice, i was going to snap the picture either way. But i think in the end it worked out for the both of us. What i didn’t capture was her smile after the shutter clicked. I’ll settle for a squint

Part 2 of my laundry saga. The poor man who runs the place seems just as decrepit as his building and his rattling machines. The kind of rattling that is the machines way of telling the world it is about to break down. The owner is truly in the shadow of his machines.

A bright day out with XPLR down at Penn’s Landing taking some pictures of the skating rink. I’m pretty sure the entire world was overexposed that day. So i feel okay about my blown out sky. I think it adds more than it detracts.

Another trip to New York City. I find myself there once every few months, but i have no idea why. I hate the trip up, something bad always happens to me while im there (like missing my bus back last time), and i never really enjoy myself. I often spend more time going to and from than being there anyway. I hate the whole mess.

Rusty, looking into the brim of her hat, “at the blue light”. It kinda reminded me of an idea light, except its blue, so therefore, its a blue idea.

This is a very loud dog.

A knight rides off into the sunset with his prize.

Ren Faire

It was not dark enough for my eyes in the station. Much Better.

Two kids cooling off at the fountain, while their mother looks another way.

The thing about public fountains is that by and large kids are in the water while adults sit around watching. Therefore, the kids are a far more interesting subject to me. Though i will snap the occasional picture of a parent watching. I really enjoyed the out-of-focus element of this, as if the cameras eye had just come out of the water, unable to focus immediately.

Two boys wanted me to snap one of em. Done.

A powerful scene from one of my favorites.

This truck annoys me every night with its tinkling jingle down the street from my home. Sigh.

hydration is very important, far more important than showing your face.

Ive been away for a few days, sorry about the lapse in photographic spew. A blast from the past here, from an African dance class. This woman kind of reminds me of the singer from the 5th Element. Except not blue.

Mom, doin her thing. Self-portrait style.

A picture of TP using the Rumford Modified Snooted Flash Method.

The feet of a very accomplished runner, dangle off of the edge. Beauty is in the details.

Its what i want to say when i look into your eyes,

Its what happens when emotion overrides all thought,

Its nothing, its blank, its being caught up in the moment

Its what it means to love you

As the sun sets in bands of energy and the shadows creep into the world.

I really liked this one but was saving it. Cheers.

A night at the Phillies game. I happened to be wearing shorts with Marlins on them, bad choice, as Rusty so wonderfully pointed out.

My first attempts at TtV, the on camera flash helped create the dust particles looking like this. I am happy with it, and will continue to post more Ttv stuff, i hope you like it!  Thanks for posing, Hookah-Wine-a-saur!

A blast from the past. I captured this from a different angle, and i actually liked this one more. Opinions?

Thats me! Riding a bike! With mi madre at my side!

I love this picture: blurry, fuzzy, saturated and all.

To be fair, i did not take this image. Credit goes to Rusty.

Rusty playing with a little itty-bitty caterpillar. He was released unharmed into the wild of Washington Crossing Park, scouts honor.

For Mothers, who teach us compassion and hugs still count for something. Happy Birthday Mom.

Got rather lucky with this capture. This guy was good. He also enjoyed poking needles through his tongue all the way through the bottom of his mouth and out of his neck. Nuts.

A Juggler with torches at Carnivolution at the Ellen.

My Friend Matt taking out some energy on a punching bag in the Shalom Room. The lighting was absolutely terrible, hence the noisy picture. Please forgive me. =)

My attempt to make something seemingly boring more interesting…like a car ride home. The title is in fact meant to be a pun. Was it funny?

A friend of mine playing beautifully on the piano. He is a man of skill, all i am able to do is share his skill with others. This only shows my lack of skill. Rusty would agree.

A very nice woman painting at Shalom Mountain. What a wonderful weekend I spent there. =)

Tuesday Night Pretzel Run to Philly’s own, Philly Pretzel Co.  on Broad. Midnight.

One, Dustin, at One Art Museum. I threw off the focus on purpose to add emotion. Some people do not like this. I don’t really care for their opinions though.

A wheel maker practicing his craft. Taken at Firehouse Bicycles in Philadelphia.

Me. As seen through the rear-view mirror of a friends automobile.

Katie getting her hair “did” at Buzzing for Change at Drexel University.

We all agree, its wicked awesome.

PSP smoresfest at Buckley. Fun fun.

Waiting for the bus, cold.

2nd Street Station.

Outside of Philadelphia Eddies tattoo parlor off of South Street

In honor of those who taught us how to drill holes, use a saw properly, and fix anything thats broken.

A child watches his friends dance…works up the nerve to join in.

Nowhere to go but…

An African dance class with Dijan Tae

Amish farmers market outside of Harrisburg.

Looking toward skylights in the art museum. Security hassled me about three times by the time this was taken.

A portrait of a love

A break dance artist on the streets of NYC