35mm West

Hotdog

45 minute exposure
Marquette

newer and older

Film shots recently scanned...

Yellowstone NP, 6x7cm, 2012

Western U.P, 35mm, 2010

Pool bust

These photos were from earlier this summer but I recently was just able to get my film developed. During our little drought earlier this year when we were blessed with weeks on end of great hot weather to ride bikes I had an opportunity to check out an old spot. It was the South side pool by my moms house. I scoped it out one night by myself on a solo session and realized that the hot weather had brought down the water level about 3 ft in the deep end of the pool and there was only about 3 feet left to be drained! I went back within a few days with Mac and we began to drain the pool. Unfortunately the place had been vandalized before we got there and also the neighbors ended up calling the cops on us and made for a premature end to the day and we never were able to ride the pool again. Luckily I left with new memories and some photos.... Enjoy!

Black and White

I found an old roll of 400 speed black and white Kodak negative film, and thought I'd do something a little different than my usual color shots.

Marquette Lighthouse, Marquette, Michigan.











































East of Munising, Michigan, at the Pictured Rocks National Lakeshore.

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.

The snow is thick (and I can't wait for it to be gone)...

So I thought I'd throw up some more pics from the past. Some people may have seen some of these... some people, maybe not.

 Hip transfer tailwhip. Seth McDowell; Lincoln Park, Holland, MI. Also some time in the past.

Time Travel 101

3/5

The dude that came everywhere with the baby seat still makes me laugh.

Goodbye, Philippines. Part 2/2 (sort of)

Well, first things first. So, in the previous post where I said that I was coming to the end of pictures from the Philippines... "end" might not have been the right word. Apparently I'm just very disorganized, and I do in fact have more photos--just not from the Sagada portion of the trip.

So I was right, and I was wrong. Mostly wrong. But... whatever.

Moving on...

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. 

A fun experience

The other night was kind of a fun night. I really didn't want to go out and do anything at all. I just wanted to stay home and be lazy and possibly paint, more or less think about painting and never getting around to it.

I decided to go out.

I met with a few friends at the coffee shop, ended up having a coffee (which was free because I had filled up my punch card). After that, I ended up spending the majority of the night doodling with markers and just having a great time with friends. It was nice, no pressure to finish unfinished art pieces or do anything important, just coffee, art and good company.

Later that night, I parted ways and headed home.

Wide awake from the coffee, I decided to grab my camera and shoot some photos of the ice sculptures and the downtown area while it wasn't congested with people. Numerous times during the night, I was stopped by the police or had a spotlight shined on me from a cruiser driving by while shooting photos--I guess the combination of educated idiots, from a nearby school, mixed with alcohol makes people lose respect for art and respect for other people's property. Politely, I just told the cops that I wasn't trying to vandalize anything and I was just shooting some photos and they left me alone.

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.

Mondays aren't as good as Sundays (and some stories from the past).

Monday was pretty much a worthless day. Aside from getting some new Profiles onto my bike, the rest of it was shit.

I managed to crash badly enough on my bike that I went to the hospital. I'm full of scrapes and bruises. My wrist is pretty much useless. I lost a small pump that I purchased that day. I also am pretty sure I concussed myself, and I tore a hole in the T-1 hoodie that I bought the day before.

Now I am bored. So, in light of my uselessness, here are some pictures from some time ago, and some explanations/stories for each...