new rolls

around

new bws

sweet

A History Of The Title Sequence from jurjen versteeg on Vimeo.

met Roscoe on 45th and san pablo

told me he was on his way down to santa cruz to meet his partner, so that he could get out of this dump.

literary readings go like this

(shot with t2i & nikon 50mm 1.4 ais.)

lately

text

i reach my hands out into this digital web
and hope you feel the tap of my text.

rugged camera

this camera felt so nice in my hands. too bad this grumpy old man was asking $55 for it, and kept getting upset thinking i was gonna break it when i opened it up to make sure the shutter worked and the lens/filter were clean. next time..

friday night lights

nikon em

olympus 35c rangefinder

argus/cosina stl 1000 camera

the pics i didn't take

@40th n MLK
the mumbling man with the wet fedora holding five white bags full of recycled cans. he wears a broad, sunny smile, eyes watered by either rain or pain.

@40th and West.
the cotton mouthed teenager bent over a baby cart he pushes like a broken lawnmower. and the child staring into the white sky above us as he reaches out in hopes of touching rain.

the living room reading series - san francisco

shot with canon t2i and a really really crappy plastic lens thats gravely afraid of light. edited loosely with final cut prizzo.

warm image

@Mills College

hmm..

it's liberating to know that nobody really reads this blog.

it removes all expectations, allowing me to think aloud for a second and meditate in the quiet space of an electronic page.

i want to show you this picture i took with an old lens on a new camera. (click to enlarge)
these new nikon lenses i've been collecting are the coolest toys i've owned in years. they feel incredible when you manually focus. unlike cell phones and quick cameras that auto focus and choose your settings, with old SLRs, its you who are composing the entire image.

if you have the time, take a second to think about that.

why is it the picture that comes out slightly blurry the one that makes us feel something?

why do we enjoy the looks on our faces in candid shots, rather than the plastic "say cheese" smiles of the usual photographs.

its because that's how we experience the world. as slightly off balance, as something imperfect. and thus, real. complete. unique because it's a thing of its own.

think Henri Matisse. aren't lots of his paintings sloppily drawn people with distorted limbs and weak proportion? or are they timeless works of art that hold that intangible thing that we call life.

anyway..I'm beginning to see this tiny slice of internet as a big ass, empty room that nobody I ever know will ever enter, because they're too busy.

because no one is here, I can be myself. when I am myself, i am more happy. and when i'm happy i find i have lots of real things to say.

(but, to whom?)

spring wed

uncertain about these ones. extras.

in sf with friends

snaps

olympus rangefinder again

the pay phone (silent film)

starring Daryl Todaro as himself.
shot with canon t2i. first stab at editing.

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