Sunday, February 27, 2005

Not one, but two

Not sleepy, so what the hell, heres one more:

Continue the Trend

More fashion. Trend. Get it?

Saturday, February 26, 2005

Foxy Lady

Put me in Vogue...please... rrrrrrrr. Fashion shoot for my up and running Photo 6 class. Hectic crazy, but lovin it, "like McDonalds," says Laizy. Shot this at an overlooked gem for shoots: UCLA. Got some nice spots. Enjoy:

Monday, February 21, 2005

Kellie

Kellie is a girl who broke my heart. She picked it up to heights I never knew existed, and she dropped it. She didnt do it on purpose. She was just learning to walk, and suddenly she tripped. She fell hard, and hurt herself pretty bad in the process, but she also broke my heart, which she had for safe keeping. That's why you should only hand your heart to people who are steady on their feet. Luckily, I was able to pick up most of the pieces and rebuild my emotions, even though it took a while to figure out how it all worked, and where it all went. To put it all back in its place. Unfortunately, I found most pieces, and not all. Some were broken beyond repair, and others were lost completely. That is why I still have holes in my heart, and I find it impossible to hold as much emotion as I used to. There are holes in my heart where the blood flows through, but only if I let it. It is something I learned to control in order to survive. So what do you do when someone you love breaks something as precious as your heart? You tell them its okay. It wasn't their fault after all. It was my fault for entrusting my heart to a person who stumbled. Sure, she never fell while I was around, but only because I always held her firmly by the hand. And then, I loosened my grip, and down she went. So although I forgave her, I could not entrust such a treasure to someone I could not trust. Maybe, just maybe, she would regain my trust one day. Maybe, but probably not. And, although I forgave her, I resented her. How could she have dropped something that was so precious? How could she let it slip so easily, when she knew what it meant to me. What it was to me. So instead of forgive and forget, I only forgave. Instead of moving on, I hardened and stood still. I was cold and uncaring, like a marble statue in the rain. I isolated myself in my own world, and shielded myself within a storm of emotions. I was the eye of the tornado. The calm in the center of the chaos. Peaceful and passive, but unapproachable. It was then that I noticed her pain as she continuously tried reaching through the searing winds. I reveled in it. I wanted a clear message to be sent across: "You are not welcome here." She fought and fought, but I resisted. And the harder she tried, the harder I tried to forget who she was. She fought her hardest, and I blew a gale that was stronger than ever before. Eventually, she tired and gave in. She was swept away, and she went along with it. As unwilling as she was, she went along, because father nature knows best. But father nature was careless, and in pushing her away, he shoved too hard. She flew away much farthere than he ever meant for her to go. I distanced her more than I ever wanted or meant to. And now, with so much distance between us, it is difficult to communicate. We hardly ever talk, much less see each other. Remarkable how easily and violently our bonds were ripped apart by such a cataclysm. Like a nuclear explosion that rips apart the atom. But the explosion is now gone. The debris has settled, and the radiation has subsided. I think it is safe to say that the worst is over, and perhaps the land is now rehabitable. Perhaps it is time to move closer. Not close enough to hold my heart, but to hold a conversation as what we were long ago. Two creatures of the woodland. The river and the earth. The mountains and the sky. Interacting together on a regular basis. To be friends, again. Like we were in the days of chemistry at Pali. To annoy you now, as I did then. I hate losing good friends, and you were, and are, amongst the best. And so, I take the first step towards the renewal of a withering oak. I hope you'll meet me halfway there.

Sunday, February 20, 2005

Too much of a good thing?

the effects of playing to much halo 2
1.You Leap Into Traffic Trying to Board a Taxi
2.You claim you were late for work because of "lag".
3.when you break your legs because you dont take "fall damage".
4.you see green arrows on your friends
5.You beat the crap out of midgets wearing scuba gear.
6.You start dual wielding pencils at school
7.When you see an old man in a chair you think he's a prophet.
8.You shoot birds thinking they are drones.

Friday, February 18, 2005

More work

see? REAL soon.

Work, work, work.

What do I do at work? I earn money. How do I earn money? I take photos. I shoot rocks. O take photos of rocks for a rock wholesaler. In case you didnt know, this is what I do at work. More samples coming SOON.

Monday, February 14, 2005

Fuckin' A

Things arent looking good for my hard drive. To attempt to recover something, its going to take 6 to 8 weeks to attempt data recovery. Oh lord, I really hope it works. In other news, I have a new pretty to show you people. I hope you enjoy and comment, seeing as how some of you have been lax. Here you are:

Wednesday, February 02, 2005

Good News!

I just remembered my uncle works at Western Digital! Ill talk to him! (its a WD HD NE way.) :p

From Bad to Worse

So, I recently reformatted my computer. Luckily, I had time before my computer died to transfer all of my data onto my newest 200 gig hard drive. I reinstalled windows, and my computer was working wonderfully once I got all the drivers loaded and running. A few days later, while trying to work on my computer, one of my hard drives started making a clicking sound. Click Click Click Click Click Click Click Click Click (I actually wrote those out one by one). Uh oh! Turns out one of my hard drives had died. It didnt really matter much to me at the time, because I had just reformatted, and I didnt really have anything that was that important on my old hard drives anyway. Well, after checking the hard drives, it turns out that the hard drive that died, was my newest. The one that I didnt think could possibly fail. My backup. My most reliable. The one with all my precious information. Today, I came home and realized something. My photos were on that hard drive. I almost want to cry. Many of the photos that I wanted to put in my porfolio were there. YES! My brother JUST walked in with a CD for me! It has MOST, not all, but MOST of my photos from the photo trip. I feel happy about that. VERY happy. But still, I lost so much. For those of you who have read my way all the way back, say goodbye to everything that was not within the first 2 days of my sierra's trip. Goodbye to my redrock photos. Goodbye to my portraits, and goodbye to anything put up within the past 2 months. You can still view them on my blog, and in my photobucket album, but there is no way I can print those anymore (at least not nice and big). I am going thru my external drive to see what I have there. At some point I transered photos onto it, and Im hoping it was not TOO long ago. I also really hope that there is some way to recover the photos on my drive. I really really do. Wish me luck. I really need it. Oh lord how I hope I can recover something from it. While looking throgh my old drive, though, I found some things I liked, and never got around to putting up. So here is a nice portrait. After all, just because I have to suffer doesn't mean you shouldnt get to see new stuff. My duty as a photographer must continue. Enjoy.