Posts in Category: Portraits
Because… This guy.
a happy belated Easter, just got the colour film processed.
Sartre: Things are entirely what they appear to be, and behind them, there is nothing.
Steampunk Selfie and necklaces.
Yes, that would be me, holding the Oly P&S, a fine little 2.99 camera.
Oh very young what will you leave us this time?
Happy Birthday Jude!
You’re only dancing on this earth for a short while
And though your dreams may toss and turn you now
They will vanish away like your daddy’s best jeans
Denim blue fading up to the sky
Cat Stevens: Oh Very Young
Because he is
He stared hard into the lens and said “i cant be on the internet just now”. Quietly I squoze the trigger, forever committing him to the emulsion.
3 portraits of Erika as winter turns to spring, 2015
Spring passes and one remembers one’s innocence.
Summer passes and one remembers one’s exuberance.
Autumn passes and one remembers one’s reverence.
Winter passes and one remembers one’s perseverance.
Yoko Ono 😉
wistful, film selfie
Ghosts
FUJIFILM X100S (23mm, f/2.5, 1/90 sec, ISO1600)
A cab combs the snake,
Tryin’ to rake in that last night’s fare,
And a solitary sailor
Who spends the facts of his life like small change on strangers…
Paws his inside P-coat pocket for a welcome twenty-five cents,
And the last bent butt from a package of Kents,
As he dreams of a waitress with Maxwell House eyes
And marmalade thighs with scrambled yellow hair.
Tom Waits: The Ghosts of Saturday Night.
Who’s that girl?
“I love you so much I’ll never be able to tell you;
I’m frightened to tell you. I can always feel your heart.
Dance tunes are always right: I love you body and soul:
—and I suppose body means that I want to touch you and be in bed with you,
and i suppose soul means that i can hear you and see you and love you
in every single, single thing in the whole world asleep or awake”
Dylan Thomas.
