Remember The Sun?

I'm currently in Sandusky, Ohio, about to start an internship at the Sandusky Register. The internship should be a great experience and I'm excited to start making some pictures and getting to know the Lake Erie area. Even after one day in town I'm finding all sorts of things to stare at and run a little off the road over. I'm about three streets away from the lake and I hear sea gulls (or lake gulls?) all day from my cozy second floor apartment. While butterflies fill my stomach, grey fills the sky and choppy little waves cover the Lake Erie, so I thought I would make up for the drizzles with a few photos of friends and the sun.

Machine Gun Alley

Round these parts they call me Larles...

I'm Seeing Red

Goodbye Winter

Goodbye winter

goodbye snow.

Hello spring

hello rain.

Now that you are gone

I will make sure your memory lives on.

I won't be washing my car anytime soon.

In My Life

There are places I'll remember 
All my life though some have changed 
Some forever not for better 
Some have gone and some remain 
All these places have their moments 
With lovers and friends I still can recall 
Some are dead and some are living 
In my life I've loved them all 
 
But of all these friends and lovers
There is no one compares with you 
And these memories lose their meaning 
When I think of love as something new 
Though I know I'll never lose affection 
For people and things that went before 
I know I'll often stop and think about them 
In my life I love you more  

Though I know I'll never lose affection 
For people and things that went before 
I know I'll often stop and think about them 
In my life I love you more 
In my life I love you more
     

Artists

A few artist portraits... and then Ryan.

A Film Post as I Watch a Film...

I ran a handful of rolls through my Yashica for my magazine project, not enough to really make it work for my project and not enough to really break my bank account. I was surprised at how nice some of the frames actually turned out from shooting in some lower light situations. The main thing I learned was that a TLR is not an ideal photojournalism tool... and is even a pain to focus with still portraits... so cheers to those who can actually make them work consistently and walk away with nice frames.

Lighten My Day

A full memory card is sometimes like walking down stairs on a Christmas morning. Except that all the presents are from yourself to yourself.

Warmth

Somedays are only meant for driving. Winding aimlessly through Appalachia you remember that life can't be lived behind a map and that golden hour exists so long as you are prepared to chase it through the hills.

My bursting hard drive cries every trip like this I take... I wouldn't want to be in its shoes.

Stepping Stone

As the world steps ever so slightly out of its wintery haze I'm about to step out to the rest of my life. How should I feel walking away from the last four years of college and the last 23 years of my adolescence?

Heres to life and to the unknowing future.

I think my feelings can be summed up by using a quote from one of my favorite scenes in Ghostbusters. . . Hollywood is after all the perfect metaphor for life.

Ray: "Were do these stairs go?"

Peter: "They go up."

Play

Some fun in the sun with Sam. Now I just want to give up photography and start a coffee shop band.