Taken at the Queen Mary in Long Beach during the Marine Corps Ball. I was with a few friends, a about two weeks after I began my formal photographic studies at Brooks. I took this picture and wasn’t sure if it was “good” or not. What is the definition of good, anyway? Seeing it now, I realize how much uncertainty goes into my photography. Editing myself is always a challenge; it is entirely too difficult to separate the work from the feelings I experienced during the scene.
selfie taken at the Getty in Los Angeles, September 2010.
Last year on her birthday, August 24, 2010, smelling the roses dad got her.
On her birthday last year, September 9, 2010, visiting Uncle Robert.
Inside this new love, die.
Your way begins on the other side.
Become the sky.
Take an axe to the prison wall.
Walk out like someone suddenly born into color.
Do it now.
You’re covered with thick cloud.
Slide out the side. Die,
and be quiet. Quietness is the surest sign
that you’ve died.
Your old life was a frantic running
The speechless full moon
comes out now.