A color created window pane from Shiloh.

Some sentimental old wooden lockers, they were begging to be photographed, i was forced to oblige.

I remember the opening sequence to the sci-fi series “The Outer Limits” where there is a house whose basement turns into the roots of a tree that descend into an abyss. Its a very interesting image, and when i saw this room of pale blue light with its windows of blazing white, i couldn’t help but imagine myself in that house looking out onto a washed out world of pure white. Or maybe the house is inside of a person, and looking outside of the windows would be like seeing through their eyes. Howe6ver you look at it, these particular windows do more than look outside, this i assure you of.

Why did these ever go out of style?

At the Hidden City installment of XPLR last week, we visited Shiloh church to see some wicked cool art exhibitions. The blue rooms were by far my favorite. Kudos to all of the artists for creating amazing atmosphere.

Taking pictures of art is easy.

Hypercubes are so interesting, i wish i could see in 4 dimensions.

I hate the wintertime, the cold, the false sense of “cheer”. I also hate it when it snows and i cant ride a bike properly because of it, but sometimes, when everything is frozen and unmoving. When everything is so cold it just all stops vibrating, stops all motion, and just lays still and quiet. Well i guess what im saying is, it can be a beautiful thing. The sounds of silence, and the rest of peace.

The snow had frozen in a most peculiar way, owing this to the on and off raining and freezing cycles, that i thought was beautiful.

Life is short. Fall in love. Miss those who are gone, appreciate those who are there. Always wait for the ones you love to come back to you.

Just something I captured over Christmas in Harrisburg. The best christmas trees live outside.

Hip, Hip, Hoorah!

Things never do seem to go according to.

There’s only one thing I love as much as Rusty, and that thing is this. Fog. Cloudcover. The general inability to see further than 10 feet ahead of you. Its scary and clostraphobic and yet it isn’t anything more than water in the air. Its beautiful. It puts the world just out of reach, and barely within sight. Its like being swallowed by nothing, in a very safe way. I could ramble on about how fog makes me feel, but nobody wants to hear that. I have said enough.

This began as a statement, and it ended in a question. America is on everyone’s shit list in the world, but we are about to make a monumental change of routine. Can we break down this fence of stupidity and shortsightedness and become the country the world expects us to be?

I don’t often do sets, only because they bore me. But in this case, i wanted to redo the picture in a different way. I think it created a completely different image, a different feel, and different emotion.

Any thoughts are appreciated!

Rusty took this shot, using my reversed 50mm macro solution.

There are times when i dream of having more megapixels, just some more, so i can record the beauty i see in the world more precisely. Just a little more.

I deal with what i have.

What i woke up to, before the skies went dark and wintery.

Saw light shining through this glass tea dispenser and thought it was stunning. Do you agree?

I love taking photos of chairs. Something about this empty place that begs for a human to be present. Without people chairs are useless, this sort of existence defined by purpose and vice versa. That and i thought the lighting was cool. Ha.

Handmade native american beads. Rusty bought a pair (or did i buy them?).

I want to start by apologizing to everyone who looks at my photoblog for my unforgivably long (and quite unexpected) hiatus. I missed almost two entire weeks, so much for daily. I apologize profusely, and will certainly attempt not to let that happen again any time soon.  But enough talk, onto the photos!

An Austin Healey at Kapona in Harrisburg.

What happened to the old professions, eh?

Hallways of shrubbery leading to a stone bench. Id like to sit there and not move for awhile. Slow down a bit.

Left or right, light or dark, up or down?

Credit goes to Rusty for seeing this beautiful capture. I love how the mask looks out of focus!

Anyone agree? I like this shot anyway, the sky was intense, and the fountain was an interesting subject.

Don’t want to ruin this one with words. Silence.

Time has a way of moving too fast. Leaves already falling? Ah let it not be true!

The secret stairs leading down to the amtrack train tracks. Shhh, top secret.

Eastern Standard. But really, fuck time, its whatever time you say it is. Time is irrelevant, alot of people would be happier if they didn’t worry about it so much, myself included. That would be an interesting experiment, get rid of all modes of accurate time keeping and live without them. Maybe an experiment i will try myself someday.

A chair out on the street right by firehouse cycles and satellite. I find it a metaphor for many peoples hearts. But not mine.

A silly turtle statue for kids, also in my Acid Print series taken through the viewfinder of a Kodak Duoflex II

Taken in Clarks Park.

I love music. All kinds. As long as it makes me move, or gives me chills.

I want a small porch, with a sturdy rocking chair, and a glass of cold sweet tea that never runs out. Sometimes we all just need to slow down, and relax.

On a walk through Doylestown a few things caught my eye.

A very soft and flowy sort of capture, water passing in between two lily pads. My eyes floated up and down this for awhile.

At Rusty’s house there is a shed, it seems to be dedicated to fishin, without a g.

So once upon a time an idiot in love took a bike ride to Harrisburg from Philadelphia, this was a rest stop along the way.

A beautiful set of roses, pink and glorious Ttv. Rusty helped with these, since everything is upside down and backwards, she guided my lens. Thanks love.

The lights that surround the door of the CEC in west Philly are made of soda can holders. Genius. The generate some beautiful light as well.

I just really like the word debauchery, and sometimes the act of. And tea. I like tea very much.

Through gritty and unwashed glass,

through dark and troubled times,

through broken smashed and disintegrating reality

Beauty. Lives.

Rusty’s favorite color.

Sometimes things don’t lay well. Sometimes colors hurt our eyes. Sometimes reality is harsh. Love tends to be harsh, it tends to feel great, it tends to hurt.

It is far better to be out of line, than to idly follow the leader. Think for yourselves, and stand way out of line.

Well this basically sums up most of my mornings. Finding welcoming and loving messages of endearment lying about the house.

A very interesting piece of lighting, it casts a crimson glare about the room.

Fallen petals on a wet car hood.

Have you ever closed your eyes, aimed a camera, and snapped a picture at random? No? Well, thats exactly what produced this image. Cheers.

Found a gorgeous red bandanna tied to a tree deep in the forest. Who put it there? I will surely never know. Its random nature created the beauty in it for me.

An old statue decomposes with time. Its paint peels and its stone cracks. It is a beautiful death, in my humble opinion.

Playing with focus on a cloudy day in the work shed. I enjoy power tools sometimes.

Bikes Bikes Glorious Bikes!  Also taken at Firehouse Bikes.

Nick. Sans Nearly Headless.

Pronounced like hades. “shay-dees”.  My aviators under a desklamp.