The Devil in the Details.

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My Beloveds

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I think it's okay to keep your best work for yourself. Not everyone needs to know, or deserves to know, anything and everything you're capable of.

All this green

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Old Streets in Spring Time.

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Sun Block

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Foreground, Middle ground, Background

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2 & 3

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The random chair. The random ball.

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Coffee

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On My Shelf

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Fizzgig (From 2013)

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I'll save you the, "It's been a while since I've posted..." bullshit and just get straight to the point.
I pulled out my camera and took a few photos of my new kitten.

It's been a while because I was tired of shooting. I was tired of lots of things. And I know my reasons. Perhaps one day I'll write them down and tell you.

I'm not sorry. I'm changing the game. At least my own game. I'm making it so that I'm happy with my own projects. My last wedding made me want to become an alcoholic. Horrible photos. Formula photos. You know the ones. My heart sank when I had to do it. And I vowed from there on out that I would never be compromised like that again.

It forced me to put down my camera and not pick it up until I felt otherwise.

Seven months later...

Back to Basics

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Karlie

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Lena and Eddie Jimenez, Part I

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Karlie. The Church. The Sofa. South Philly

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Karlie.

The church.

The sofa.

Karlie and I ventured to South Philadelphia where she remembered an old, abandoned church that would be a perfect backdrop for our shoot. Signs on the door read a little something like this, As of 18 August, if no one starts to clean in up and repair it, the city will make it their's and consider it condemned in 30 days.

And that will be the end of a legacy, if you ask me.

Sad. It's beautiful. It's green with yellow doors and red trim. I've never seen one quite like it. Yet, this neighborhood doesn't have the money to fix it up. So, down it comes.

Then, we found a sofa. A SOFA! In the middle of a lot where a row house use to be. That's right. Someone has a sense of humor. I love it. I told Karlie, "Sit on the sofa. I'll take five shots then get your ass off." Just in case someone saw us and didn't like us on their sofa. City life can be territorial like that.

As we were at the sofa, a lady drives by and yells, "Chillin' in the ghetto!"

We totally were.

More photos to come...

Exposed Heart

noreply@blogger.com (Unknown) — Tue, 19 Jul 2011 04:09:00 +0000

Poem by the strikingly beautiful Fallon Robinson:

I lay my swords down and surrender.

Blurry-eyed and figuratively defeated.

There was nothing for me to grasp onto.

He induced me with his laughter.

And I drunk accordingly to its beat.

What else was I supposed to do?

But I could not commit to idolatry.

My sickening heart and exposed stomach.

Had bigger plans for me.

If only I were perspicacious.

I could sharpen my mind like a tool.

The devil comes through in hazy doses.

I ought to leave here and keep my

Hands to myself.

Tension and tolerance blind my faith.

But my exposed heart knows better.

If only needles were attached to his jet blue eyes.

I want them to pierce me day and night.

Why play the devil’s fool with fair weather?

Because it’s enticing and mischievous.

Because the unknown is not knowing.

Rapture will always triumph.

I know his firm, sexy grasp when I feel it.

It envelops my worries and reservations.

Curse the temptation while I hold

My own hands out in front of me.

And equivocate my obscenities.

Desire is what raptures me.

And I know it when I see it.

He’s waiting closeby and I

Will be there when he’s ready.

Somewhere In Between

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Somewhere in between birth and death-

Life goes on. People graduate. That's exciting. We find the balance we seek. That's exciting too. We also find the answers to the questions in our lives. All in good time.

Graduation reminds me of how life changes, how much we grow. How far we come. Do you know where I was a year ago? Two years ago? Three? Four? Where were you? Are you better? Feel worse?

If you are worse, no worries. Better times are yet to come.

If you're better, hang on. It gets even more exciting.

If you don't know, take a look back. I bet it's fascinating.

Stop for a moment. Take it in. Graduation is a good reminder of this. We should probably stop every so often and perhaps, just for a moment, celebrate it. In a cap and gown. Big grin and all. Life simply isn't about birth and death.

What started this?

1. Friends having babies and other friends losing grandfathers. That's right, friends PLURAL losing grandfathers PLURAL. You know who you are. You know I love you.

2. Working like a crazy person preparing for graduation. Not my own, I've graduated. But while I was standing in line waiting to pick up regalia for a speaker, I had some time to think about birth and death. That was a long line. I definitely found a few key notes of my own.

3. And Lady Gaga helped too. On the Edge of Glory and Born this Way. Seriously considering staying up until midnight to download her new album.

Hold Fast

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nothing grand,
just a reminder...

Days of the Week

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editor's note: once a week i am going to have a very special writer/editor/friend fallon robinson, co-write on the website. this week, she wrote a column while i took a photo that was inspired by what she wrote. next week, we reverse rolls. i take a photo first which she bases her column on. we swap every week. enjoy.

The days of the week are spatial and temporal. We ought to measure ourselves. We actually like the shift of time and use its abstractness to plan, reflect, and measure. This brings me to the topic at hand. Working time is imperative to days of the week, and vise versa. Clock in, clock out. Pre-work mental stretches, after shift cigarettes, the joy of Fridays. Fridays are rarely a joy for me like the rest of the city. I guess modernity makes use believe that a heightened sense of excitement comes with the week's end. And with the week's end comes obliteration from the realm of reality of ourselves or a flighty escape into momentary pleasures. At least that's what modernity would like us to continue with. Sunday is the day of rest. No matter what I end up doing on the weekends, be it working or momentary obliteration, a sense of heightened ambiguity reaches me of God's seventh day of creation, his day of rest. We relapse with planning, reflecting, and measuring. The days swing back to Monday and the integral jumping off point is put back in perspective. The world sinks back into its mild anxiousness and reduces, renews, and reinvigorates for the week's obstacles.

All business center around the seven days. Waitresses make small talk with their customers about how they haven't had a day off in almost two weeks. An angry homeowner shouts at the bank teller about how he's waited almost three weeks to hear back about a loan. The newspapers tell you to wait until next week to wait for the conclusion of their story on violence and assault in Philadelphia's school districts. I highly advise against blaming the days of the week for your wait. Too many people make the days of the week their scapegoat. If we did away with Gregorian time, we would have only ourselves to blame for the waiting. This is what I find most interesting about these calendar days. It is almost as if an weight gets put on their imaginary existence, and our mentalities abide by their coming and going. My advice; start replacing the days of the week with the word 'time' and see how ambiguous it all starts to look. "I have to wait until next 'time' to get that shirt that was on sale," "I will ask out that guy next 'time' I see him to get that cup of coffee." Our decisions become limitless and our anxiousness, diluted. I'm as much a slave to the weeks and months as the next person, but hey, we all need to measure somehow. Man, I really can't wait until this weekend so I can start my to-do list for the coming week and plan my next ambiguous plan of action . . .!!

Random. Objects. Random Objects.

noreply@blogger.com (Unknown) — Thu, 31 Mar 2011 17:55:00 +0000

I had better post these before I'm completely tired of them and move on. And I'll spare you the lame excuse why I haven't posted since last month.

This "Oi!" has recently been spray painted over. It now looks horrible with said spray paint. Mind you, the color doesn't match the building. Owners, what were you thinking? Should have left the word up. Nice work.

I guess chalk hearts are cute and fun. Right? Sure. Why not? We could all use a chalk heart in green.

It's spring. Honest. At least according to the calendar it's spring. The weather seems to have kicked us back to the beginning of winter. Possible snow tomorrow.

Yes, I said the "S" word. Sorry about that.

Two Sets of Balloons

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One More Photo...Of Snow...

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...of course, if we get that snowstorm they're calling for this week, there might be lots more snow photos.

Mid-Week Distraction

noreply@blogger.com (Unknown) — Thu, 27 Jan 2011 23:45:00 +0000

Yesterday's weather in Philly went a little like this:
Snow Part I, Rain, Sleet , Snow Part II (in copious amounts).

Rittenhouse Park, Yesterday Afternoon Before the Rain.

Side Street, Second Batch of Snow

Locust Street, Late at Night Snow.

Absolve

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