Max Pack

Our Backpacks weighed ALOT. We walked ALOT. Fuuuuun. Enjoy.

Trois

First Steps

This is where we begin our hike in. This is at the Ozette Trail. Im only doing one photo per day, for now, but that may change soon. Enjoy.

Wahhhhhh-shington

First of all, what is with all the freking blog spam? Seriously? What the hell happened while I was gone?

On another note, here is the first of a new photo series coming. It will semi document my adventures through washington and canada, and the eventual ride home. Well see how much of it actually gets out here. But anyway, here is some eye candy to start it off. I may or may not hold to the order that events actually happened. Enjoy.

Today is my Birthday.

I turn 21. Dont know what Im doing yet, seeing as how I dont drink. Id go to vegas if I wasnt leaving for washington on friday. Well see... Oh, party at my house tomorrow. If you dont know where I live, but you have my phone number, youre invited, so just call me to get my address.

Break Time, continued

So I was taking a little break, and I am going to now take a longer one. Maybe youll get another post after this, but I will be leaving on vacation sunday, so thought Id warn whoever reads this that Ill be gone a couple weeks.

Fresh and New

Check out my new web page!!! Let me know what you think.

dansandoval.com

Seagull at Sea

Here is a new photo from my San Francisco trip. I liked the original photo, but I was really in a photoshop mood, so this is what you get. Was I right, or was I wrong to do this? You tell me. Enjoy.

More El Salvador

Here is another photo from my travels in El Salvador. Taken while climbing the Volcano Isalco.

Are you a gamer?

If your answer to that question is a "yes", I think you will really enjoy the articles in this new magazine. If your answer is "no", then I still think youll enjoy some of the articles in this web mag. Read it. Enjoy it.

A Kind Memory

Here is a starscape that I did while in the Eastern Sierras. This one is for those of you who remember. What you see in the foreground is a tree that was painted in with flashlights with gels. Its been edited, just a little. ;) Enjoy.

4 out of 10

Here is another of my final 10. The printed versions are much better. Enjoy.

Its Too Damn Hot

This is a dog that I saw lying under a car, just chillin' like a villain, on the border of El Salvador and Guatemala. Just thought Id share.

Revisiting El Salvador

I realize that I never put up any photos from when I was in El Salvador, and since I am not going to be able to go this summer, like I originally planned, I will post up photos of my last trip. Eventually, youll get a nice collection, but for now, you just get one. Here is a panoramic that I constructed out of 5 of my photos. If you want to see a bigger version of it, let me know, and Ill consider putting it up. Probably a link to a page with just that photo. Enjoy.

Because I got CS2

I just got the new photoshop, and wanted to use it, so you all get this. It is one of 10 images used as part of my final 10 images for my previous photo class.

Re-Visiting the Pier

Well, I tried to see if I can recreate the fire hydrant shot (which got lost on my now dead HD), and got this instead. As for the hydrant, they repainted it, so it dont look nearly as cool. Ill try again in a couple months.

In Memory of....

Well, I assume My harddrive that died has gone completely. I cry for thee. In tribute, I will post one of the photos that I didnt lose from it, but came very close to. You'll have to find it, though. Go to A Temporary Page. Leave me comments on what you see, including design and font/color choices. It is a stepping stone for my actual site. PLEEEEEEAAAAASE. Thank you. :)

Another One from the North

Still Catching up from Stockton/Frisco Trip. Enjoyeeee.

More Frisco

Because of Xiao, I post today. And now to sleep I must go away.

E3

E3 ROCKED!!!! I got to meet some awsomely cool people, and got to play halo 2 against some of the best girls out there, PMS Clan. I had tons of fun, and got alot done. Stay tuned for more soon.

Another Day, Another Post

Halo tournament underway. Its crazy, but fun. Great experience, but Im tired as hell. Here is a photo anyway. Its another penguin from San Fransisco.

Topsy Turvy

The upside down waterfall, as was previously discussed. It was really cool, actually. What would happen is that at the top of the plateu that was previously shown, there was a spring that flowed to the edge of a cliff. Once it got there, it would start falling off when suddenly, a hell of alot of wind would come and pick it up and deposit it at the top once again. When I was first walking by, I thought it was drizzling. What you see below is Ngoc's first encounter with the phenomenon. It was funny not to tell her what to expect.

A Step From Nirvana

On top of a plateu in Northern California. Somewhere around the nuts and Sac. Very beautiful. Thank God I got us there, even though Id never been there, because the person who had been there before would have gotten us quite lost.

Mr. Mouse and Mr. Flowers

Well, I told you more from my trip would be coming. These are from San Francisco. We were in a park, and it was big, and we walked. I shot these in the process of guiding a pack of followers. TESTIFY!

And more work!

This one, I actually kinda like. I think Ill try to re-create it in studio, but with more in the scene. I'll have to talk to my boss. Disfruta la fruta de yogur Yoplait!

And because I feel generous...

Here I am as a child. May you enjoy. Bring on the ridicule.

To days gone by

Seems I have lost the readership I once had. Alas alas, days of glory have gone away. Ah well. I like penguins. This is from a trip I recently made to San Francisco. Ive been really busy with school, so have not updated much, but more is coming, SOON. STAY TUNED!

I really hate the new firefox. SOOOO glitchy. I think Im getting sick. Im stressed out. I need spring break to come back. What I really had was spring break my back trying to catch up with work. Ces't la vie!

Great Story.

Read up!!
High School Kid's Fuck Up MIT students in Underwater Rover Contest

More Work

At work. Kinda bored. Shooting stuff like this:

Im too good

It is a testament to the quality of my opinions that people attack my grammar and spelling.

Aint it the Truth

I know god exists. I read it on the internet, so it must be true.

Not one, but two

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

Continue the Trend

More fashion. Trend. Get it?

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:

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.

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.

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.

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:

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.

The usual...

School, Halo, Misc Activities, and Sleep. This Blows.

Take 2

Okay, in case you were lax on commenting on previous things, here is another photo to comment on. If you havent commented on the others, do so now.

Treat Yourself

Its a fountain in Vegas. I feel like wrtting about it, so just enjoy.

Random: ASDLJFASFLKJalskja:LAK)(W3jl;u34

Well, nothing has happened. There IS a photo I want to put up, but Ive been too busy or too lazy. People back from vacations and visits home, and Im glad to have them all back. I hate painting paint chips. I really do. I hate having to take classes that sometimes seem pointless. There must be some way to test out.... right? So, Ive been playing alot of Halo 2, which Im starting to believe that maybe I play too much. I have started cutting back on how much I play, so that I can hopefully become more productive. Ive gotten back into reading alot. On a side note, Terry Goodkind's new book is out. If anyone didnt get me a christmas gift, and still wants to make good... you get the hint. Its called Chainfire, I believe, and it runs about 20 bucks at Amazon.com. Im not sure though. So, like I was saying, Ive been playing too much Halo2, or actually, video games in general. So Ive decided to cut back a bit. I started by limiting myself to a certain number of hours, which failed miserably. I always have the "Just one more game" mentality. One more game becomes two games, and then Im on a winning streak, so I cant leave yet, and then I lose a game, and I just cant go out like that. So then I tell myself that this game is the last game, regardless, and before I know it, Im pressing the begin next game button, and I tell myself that I already did it, so I have to finish, but that doesnt happen so I play another game, and just as Im about to leave a friend invites me to play with him, and I tell myself just one more game, and then its morning and I have to be somewhere. It feels exactly how it reads. It just runs on. I really like it, but when it begins to affect the amount of sleep I get (yes, it affects the 4 hours I get. It makes em more like 2 1/2 ish), I have to get my shit together. Other than that, though, Ive been doing alot of nothing. Classes have started again, and I hate em, but I have to do em. Oh well. Im bored. Anyone for a game of Halo?

Happy Christmas and a Merry Festivus

Well, its that time of year again. Time for meeting with the relatives, and hating every moment. Fucking christmas. Its a day where I get to go meet with family, only to realize just how different I am, and how I dont fit in. Then comes the fun part: making them believe that I do fit in, and that I am one of them. Ah well, whatever. It was'nt all THAT bad. I mean, I did end up with 60 dollars more than I started with, and a new white t-shirt from foot locker. I did get to see some of my cousins I like, and I got to scare the hell out of some I dont. I also managed to get away from the people and be myself for a little bit, if only while on the phone. Oh, I also got to see my uncles new house (work in progress). Its absafuckinglutely amazing! I loved the place. Its gorgeous and huge, and it has a GIANT back yard. I mean, the house is HUGE, and the backyard is 3 times that size. The house has a bar, a sauna, and all that good stuff. But you know what's even cooler? Knowing that my uncle put in so much time and labor and sweat into building something that hes proud of. It really makes me happy to see teh look on his face and in his eyes as hes showing me around, telling me, and showing me, every thing hes done. Theres a huge sense of accomplishment that beams from him. I hope to be able to have that look in my eyes, one day. I just want to one day have that look that says that I did something that I horribly proud of. Only time will tell. Well, in the spirit of Christmas, or whatever pagan belief you may have, I wish you all a good time, and good luck. Take care, and enjoy your holy days and holidays. Remember not to eat more than you should, but to finish what is on your plate. After all, there is some starving kid in Africa that would walk 50 miles for that food. END TRANSMISSION.

The good news is...

Well, the good news is, after 20 long years of waiting, I have my own room. The bad news is, it's still on my parent's property. Well, we cant win 'em all. I like it.

Story of a Girl

Well, I hope to write one for all of my friends that are close, but we'll see how motivated I am. Youll know who you are if you read it.

I once knew a girl who came from a place that was far, far away. She traveled across many lands searching for something, but what that something was, she did not know. One day, in the midst of her journeying, she realized part of what she was searching for, was herself. Once she realized that it was not a tangible object that she was searching for, she began to search a different realm. A place within herself. After a long period of searching, she discovered a calling that came from within. A dire need to accomplish what she longed for overtook her, and she began her journeying once again. Amd so she travelled across many more lands, until she arrived in the Land of the Golden Sun, in the City by the Bay. Once having arrived, she discovered that though she was close, she had not yet discovered exactly what she searched for. So she came to realize that although she had journeyed so much, she was still very far. At that time, she returned to her home, weary of her travels, to rest and recover her strength, which had been drained throughout her quest. While resting, she realized to where she must go, and having packed her bags, she once again set out towards the Land of the Golden Sun. This time, though, instead of going to the City by the Bay, she went to the City of Holly, where there was a great wood. From there, it was only a leap and a bound before she ended up staying in the Abbey of Saint Monica, where she began to study the art of capturing essences and souls. While studying under one of the Guild Masters, she encountered another. This other was of a strange, quirky nature (whom we will now call S.Q.), but understood her well, and through this understanding grew a friendship. The friendship was bright and merry, and the two learned well with each other. Soon afterwards, the newly formed duo made the aquaintance of the Other during one of the many dronings of the Pseudo Master. The other was like a chameleon, who adapted to his environment, but rarely showed his true colors. He introduced himself in a pleasing fashion, and was allowed to enter the trial for membership into the exclusive duo group. It was only through pity that he was allowed to enter the group. Nevertheless, because of the nature of duality, the dou morphed into a trio. Once changed, it could never be rewound, but only changed and warped for better or worse. And so the three shared stories of adventures past, and went on to create many new adventures. And through this bonding they became a solid trio, which was of such strength, that it formed itself into another link within the chain of allies that were gathering and growing before the arrival of the storm.

High School Hydrant

This is the high school shot I was refering to. It was hydrant on campus at Pali. The original was black and white, and the next version had the yellow nozzle only. The final version is the sepia one. They were all done years ago, and were amongst the first artsy photos of my own that I edited. Here are the 3:

Here's Something Quick

I was walking around the pier shooting, while Ngoc was shooting her own project, and came across this. Reminds me of a shot from high school (coming soon).

Revisiting the Sierras

Yes folks, thats right. The highly anticipated film portion of the sierras has finally begun. It may take a while, and I dont promise 1 a day, but it will come. Here is the first.



P.S. Cyndawgs House be a hater. You dont know the shit I went through either. Gimme a call, and well talk like civil human beings. Really.

Well, Its time to talk.

School school school. Not much else to say. Its driving me crazy. I am working my ass of to get good grades, but end with something thats only decent. I dont know what the hell Im doing wrong. I have better looking negs than other people, and better looking prints than other people, and yet, my grades are worse than theirs. I just dont understand. I pay attention to all the little details, but get major points knocked off for something minor. Other people have worse mistakes, and alot of 'em, and get hardly any points taken off. It sucks. Oh well.

A Final Red Rock

This is the last photo from the ones Ill be putting up form red rock canyon. I think Nick will like this one.

Something in the Archives

Here is something I found while going thru old pics.

On a Different Note

There are things on this planet that are grander than the story of few humans. Sometimes we forget that.

Okay. Hold on a Minute

Based on the Comments Within My Last Blog:

Okay, if youre going to hate on me, at least let me know who it is by leaving your name with your anonymous comment. And at what point did I become such an ass? If you are basing your opinion of my assholeness based on the comments and monologues of an anonymous person, maybe you should talk to me before reaching a final conclusion. Maybe you should hear both sides of the story before jumping to conclusions. Maybe you should be openminded and willing to give me a fair trial, instead of declaring me guilty until proven innocent. Call me. Im sure anonymous will give you my number. Either that or AIM me @ bringerofthedead. Just talk to me in REAL time. I dont think Ive done anything unfair or wrong, and its not my fault that someone couldnt catch on before getting hurt. I didnt want to hurt anyone, and if you have been hurt, Im sorry. Im living my life for me, not you. Take off your blinders.

Life is Good

The world just got a little warmer.

A Quickie

Here you go, now Im off to work.

This be Holy Ground

Well, actually, its a wall, but whatever. More Red Rockness. Gig with p-h to the seventh today @ SMC. Ooooooo0. I wish I knew less people, and less people knew me, cause were gonna suck ass. Enjoy.

Be Cool

Sometimes, you have to look at the filter you see through.

More Red Rock

Somethings arent meant to be said, but instead experienced. Enjoy.

A Side Trip

Well, Ive been going to vegas a lot recently, and I made two side trips recently to red rock canyon, which is right outside of vegas. Heres a shot I got from there. More to come soon. Dont worry, the film stuff of the Sierras will be coming, Ive just been real busy.

So Busy

Ive been too busy to do anything, so here:

Look Closer

Heres a little detail I liked. Happened during a photo shoot that Brenda was having with my cousin Adiel. Now Im off to vegas (in a bit).

Dream me a Dream

I had a very strange dream. In my dream, I was at my house, but it wasnt my actual house. It was just understood that it was my house. I was hanging out with a freind whom I like (female), and we were talking. At some point, she and I decided to start going out with each other. We were very happy. We kissed and hugged. It was a very nice warm feeling. I thought that we were very happy together, and it filled me with warmth.For some reason, I decided to change clothes, and got distracted when I started talking to someone. I lost track of what happened to the person I liked. It was then that I realized I was at some sort of party or gathering. I wandered throughout the house that wasnt my house, looking for her, and asking people if they had seen her. I finally reached the last room in the house, a childrens bedroom, and I opened the door. When I open it, I see her giving one of my guy friends a blowjob. As soon as they realize Im coming through the door, they stop, but there is no awkwardness about it. There is this underlying cynisism on their part. I remember feeling dead on the inside. I remember asking the girl how she could do this to me. How could she break my heart. How could she hurt me so much, and she just sits there, unashamed, not saying anything. I just started getting this feeling that I was never meant to see this, but
that it happened because I was an asshole. I asked my male friend how he could do this to me. I tried punching him, but he would stop it everytime. I felt so helpless and weak. He would just sit there and do nothing but block my blows, and the girl had a very evil uncaring smirk on her face. At this point, I realized that I was only going through the motions of caring. As soon as I had seen what they were doing, I died on the inside. I was so hurt, that I was already emotionally dead. I wanted to cry, but I couldnt. I wanted to put anger into my punches, but I couldnt. I wanted to hurt, but I couldnt. I was dead already. How could they have done this to me? I wanted to feel emothion, but they killed me. I then drifted back into the awareness of reality, but was very disturbed by the dream. It lingers in my mind. It really saddens me, and makes me feel alone. Maybe this dream is meant to remind me of the pain Ive already gone through once. Regardless, it scares me. I never want to feel the pain I felt before. I just want to be happy again. I want to be happy, without fearing pain.

Just a Snack

Ive been really busy with my photo classes, so I have not been able to start scanning in photos. I did take a trip to vegas, which was paid for by the democratic party (i helped promote kerry. I was the political version of a Jahovas witness), but really, I went to shoot. Here is a shot I got from there. I lost the MAIN negative that I went to shoot, so Im going to be reshooting it this weekend. Yes, Im going back to vegas. But because of this, I will not get to work on scanning yet. To hold your ravenous hunger for more, I have something to hold you, just like a snack. There may be a few more to come. From vegas to you, enjoy.