Pictorial records cognate to an unsound moment

  These old pictures of myself in their graininess, lack of color, and dismal appearance reflect the monotonous distress of my day to day lately.

Random March

Somehow, even though I've spent most of my life in Michigan, I had never shot a gun until I was 28 years old.

Even though I was offered women, drugs, and the chance to shoot guns last time I was in Manila. (I'm not sure where you'd actually go for something like that in a city so densely populated. I can only imagine what it would be like to get stoned and shoot hookers.)*

2012

A few shots from this winter so far.

Two Shots (No Chaser) - Street

Random Squares (I do not feel like smiling.)

This is the town I grew up in. *