HAPPY HOLIDAYS

May your holidays be exactly what you would
like them to be.

Peace be with you.

Domestic Harmony

Because of the holidays, and a family members birfday, I found my
self with only one hour to spend practicing our art form this weekend.
So what is one to do with this one golden hour?
Find a light bulb to become obsessed with.
Spend the entire hour photographing your new obsession.
Nice.

Guess I should just be glad that I can...

The Dome of Pestilence

Started my Sunday morning this week looking for an apartment. Like so many others, my home has lost so much value that there is little to no equity left in it. Why stay? Why have anything permanent here? The apartment sucked too. I think it was the fact that half of the building had recently burned that made me feel that way. Aside from the whole fire thing it was kinda nice though, almost quaint.

Dog food on the floor...

Whats does it say for a community when there aren't any more prayers?
Was it the crazy U-haul man behind this place that drove the congregation away?
They didn't want to leave.
Another architectural jewel falls victim to the seemingly perpetual downward spiral.
Lost jobs and homes and schools and churches and dreams and lives...
Is there an end?

Happy Birfday

Four "new" buildings in one day.
That's a good day.
I didn't fall today.
I didn't break any gear today.
Good day, and good day.
Spending the day with someone special
on their birthday,
spending the day with friends,
taking pictures, making memories,
challenging our fears,
learning how to compromise.
We had a good day.
Thanks guys.

Seasonal Anxiety Disorder...

Almost 3 weeks since my last post.
Almost 3 weeks without any new pics.
I fucking hate Winter.
Since my last post I have straight up face planted, while out practicing our art form, not once but twice, all though the first one was far more spectacular. It included a large pile of broken glass.
I fucking hate Winter.
Since my last post I have broken my tripod. But that's no problem, I'll just grab a fistful of $20's from my hidden bag of $20's, and buy a brand new one.
Only one problem; This is Michigan, in the Winter, and there are NO fucking hidden bags of $20's anywhere to be found in this depression ridden state.
I fucking hate Winter.
Six months of this meteorological hell.
Six months of energy sucking grey skies.
Six months of wanting to be anywhere but here.
I fucking hate Winter.
A lot of people at this place would have understood me.

No prayin' today...

We all got up early this morning to go get our pray on. I guess because none of us actually go to church that often, none of us considered that it was Saturday, and there is no prayin, at the church, on Saturday.

Demise of the middle class.

Law Enforcement

After going to this place, we went to the projects to watch a group of physics students conducting field tests on the descent rate from 15 floors of various pieces of household furnishings, up to and including love seats.

Doors...

Door(noun) A swinging or sliding barrier by which an entry is closed or opened. A means of controlling access, ingress and egress.
What do you see when you look at a door?
I have no idea why I'm drawn to doors, maybe it's because it's a way "out", or maybe it's their symmetry, or maybe because it's a way "in", or maybe it's because of the unique noise they make when violently separated from all the hardware holding it in place(some physics students told me about the noise). What ever the reason may be, I take a lot of pictures of doors. And it really doesn't matter what I see, what do you see?

Gutteral Turkey Love...

Once again we found ourselves chased from our own backyard, and forced to go practice our art form else where. I don't know if it is scrappers fuckin everything up, or an over-zealous interim Mayor. Or maybe were just to lazy to work around the two. Whatever the reason may be we once again found ourselves headed west. Headed west through an inordinate number of shredded victims of car/deer incursions, which we later learned was caused by the females coming into "estrus", causing the males to chase them with wreck less abandon, and some reference was also made to blaming it on hunters. The turkeys were obviously smarter than the deer, we saw a lot of those too, but they stayed the fuck away from the interstate. It was like there were turkeys every where we went. You could hear turkeys everywhere, and some weird, greasy porno groove. Sex was in the air everywhere we went. It's even rumored that a butt-hymen may have been sacrificed(in the name of "art" of course).

The New FB21?

Hookin' Up

Across the Street

Follow up visit

I hate hospitals. Aside from child birth, hospitals suck. If you find yourself going to the hospital it's for only one of two reasons; either you are fucked up, or someone you care about is fucked up. If your in touch with yourself you can feel the death when you walk through the door. Add in radiators that are pinging and popping in a futile attempt to preserve an already failing roof, just enough electricity to power the "exit" signs, and an occasional flicker in a florescent fixture, and you have this place. This place is a thrill ride for the senses.

I feel better already...