Long Time No See

Betty When You Call Me, You Can Call Me Arv from RV Henretty-Jornales on Vimeo.

Here's a selfie.

Screen Printing Bench

I'm currently in the process of repurposing old screen printing screens left over from a t-shirt company. I initially started out using some of the non-paint-covered ones as an experiment in getting into shou sugi ban before some upcoming larger projects which may end up being incorporated with the theme of a new bistro we'll be breaking ground on in the near future. While sifting through all of the old, broken frames, I became distracted by all of the colors (or maybe all of the soot I sucked down while charring the wood), and I ended up whipping this together.

3 Square (Aquatic)

Angeles Jibs from RV Henretty-Jornales on Vimeo.

Parugang Jumps, End of January

Go, Go, Go.

It’s 7am and I’m passing through the lines at Ninoy Aquino International Airport. NAIA. My flight is 8am. I’m drunk.

It’s 9 o’clock, I’m in 60F, still drunk. Last time I ate, maybe, probably, last night. My stomach is growling acidic, drunken hunger.

24 hours of travel to sit and think; about failed relationships; about uncertainty. About everything and nothing.

By the time the flight attendant comes around with the food cart, I’m feeling more of a hangover than anything else. I get eggs and sausage because it sounds like the other option she says, only barely above the sound of the air vents and wind rushing along the body of the jet—the pressure working against my eardrums—is “corn and rice”.

2012 Friendly Friends

A good portion of the contributors to this blog are in this video (myself included, surprisingly). We're all Michigan people from the Holland area, more or less. Though, some of us have strayed a little far.

We're different ages, come from different backgrounds, and enjoy and experience different things in life. We're friends.

No matter where we end up.

We share heart, and honesty, and integrity, and confusion about life, and problems, and joys, and travels, and stories, and shared history. We'll always share these things with each other. No matter what.

These are my friends. These are my brothers.

Two Shots

 Couple shots. Morning. Fog.

Moving, Editing, Dealing With Fucking Jetlag

Hey, all! Just a little update, here. I (RV) am now living in the Philippines. Packed up my bike, camera in the bag, and hauled my ass over here.

While I'm still dealing with the effects of jet lag, and whatever this bronchial infection thing is that I picked up before I left Michigan, I finally managed to finish Pat's edit (after a few software battles that kept me starting over from scratch).

Anyway, here's his new edit, doing things for 42North and Run Jelly Pandas:




Oh, and if anyone lives in the Angeles City area, and knows the spots and would like to show me around, it'd be pretty effin' sweet if you'd do that. Just message me here, or through the Run Jelly Pandas page. Thanks!

- RV

Sometimes I travel.

There are just some places in this world that feel like a dream. It doesn't matter where you are. It doesn't have to be far away, in some tropical part of the world. It could be anywhere. Someplace new.
Someplace, where you don't know the names of any of the streets, and, maybe, there aren't any names for them anyway. Someplace where, maybe, they speak the same language, but the accents are a little bit different, or harder to understand. Everything is foreign, but not necessarily a foreign land. At least that's the way I feel when I travel.

I'm probably romanticizing it a bit much, but it's something close to that.

Goodbye, Philippines: A two part ender. (Part one)

 I've pretty much run out of what pictures I have (with me/from this roll) of the month in 2009 that I spent with family and friends in the Philippines. The sad part is, I still have several rolls that I have yet to develop (if they'll still even turn out); both slide & standard film. Eventually, I swear, I'll get them developed. I just don't know where to do it out here in Mass.

This was, obviously, the first shot on the roll--one of those lessons learned about advancing the film far enough forward before shooting. 

Summer, 2009

Again with the older pictures. But, like all things, I feel that they need a place to be, and this seems like a place just as good as any.

Okay. So, the first picture... It's not at an angle because I was having some sort of epileptic seizure induced fit of artistic license. On one of the days when we were up in Sagada (which is where all of these pictures were taken), we were supposed to go visit some caves, see more of the hanging coffins, and pretty much just do some more of the kind of bumming around that tourists do when they've driven two-track way up the side of a mountain and out of their sedentary, comfort-inducing surroundings.

Edit 7/01/11 ~ (Sagada is located in the Philippines, roughly, about a day and a half's worth of driving north of Manila.) 

Basically, we weren't able to go through the foot path that we needed to make in order to get to the caves because there was a ceremony that was closed to outsiders (and, if I recall correctly, it had to do with the blessing of the rice crops--but  whether or not that is a truth, is yet to be determined). While we were waiting around be the end of the roadway, just behind where the little boy is sitting, to find out why/if/when we could/couldn't pass, there were some little kids running around (presumably waiting for school--based on their backpacks and clothes).

Most of the kids were in little groups. They were running around, chasing one another, throwing rocks. Everyone. Except this little boy. Waiting patiently. Off to one side. By himself.