Wednesday, December 26, 2007

Sunday, December 23, 2007

I photographed a wedding in Astoria yesterday. On the drive home I stopped at the cemetery where my mom is buried and shot these photos. The first one was taken about 5 feet from her grave. I don’t think she could have been buried in a more beautiful place, not that that really matters. Standing there alone was awkward, to say the least. In what was probably an attempt at disassociation I began to wonder if it would be better to lose someone with warning rather than suddenly. I concluded there is no way to prepare. Any preparation would amount to a flinch before a sucker punch. Today marked 5 months.

Thursday, December 20, 2007


A few new projects in the works.

Playlist for this morning:
Agalloch - Ashes Against the Grain
Bohren & Der Club of Gore - Black Earth

Monday, December 17, 2007

I want you, Derek, to be the face, the image, nay, the spirit.. of Derelict!

Saturday, December 15, 2007

Ace Hotel hang out with Charlie and Derek.


Thursday, December 13, 2007

A few from a bike ride last Saturday morning with some folks from Solid Rock. Then some from my seat in Dani and Rebecca's apartment.

BMRC - American X Baby 81 Sessions
Bowie & Eno meet Glass - heroes / Low sympnonies
Depeche Mode - Violator
Drive Like Jehu - Drive LIke Jehu

Tuesday, December 11, 2007

Rain City Fix is a new project of mine along side my good friend Aaron Edge. The book will feature portraits of Seattle fixed gear riders and their bikes. Please check out the website ( more information. Get stoked.

Thursday, December 06, 2007

Wednesdays are turning out to be my favorite day of the week and yesterday was no exception. The busy day out and about was capped off at the Ace Hotel with a delicious bottle of Orval and good times with some kids from Solid Rock. I snooped around the hotel for a bit with my camera:

Monday, December 03, 2007

Listening in braille

Friday, November 30, 2007

i think we're all a bit tired of walking on egg shells

pinback - blue screen life
pinback - automn of the seraphs
rosetta - wake/lift
haram - drescher
pig destroyer - phantom limb

Monday, November 26, 2007

Wednesday, November 21, 2007

happy thanksgiving.

Tuesday, November 20, 2007

I saw No Country For Old Men last night. I went in with high hopes and ended up loving every minute of it. It was beautifully shot, very dark and ominous. Kinda made me want to take a trip to texas just to shoot landscapes (which also might give me a good excuse to visit Colin). I was in suspense from beginning to end. I also saw trailers for the new Coppola film, Youth Without Youth and P.T. Anderson's new movie, There Will Be Blood. I'm really excited for both films.

Playlist so far today:
Neurosis - The Sun That Never Sets
Das Oath - S/T
Philip Glass - The Hours

Monday, November 19, 2007

Towers to heaven:

there is there is no us vs them...only us.

"This line is metaphysical
And on the one side, on the one side
The bad half live in wickedness
And on the other side, on the other side
The good half live in arrogance
And there's a steep slope
With a short rope
This line is metaphysical
And there's a steady flow
Moving to and fro

Oh, look you earned your wings
Are you an angel, now
Or a vulture
Constantly hovering over
Waiting for a big mistake

Oh, my God, what have I done?
Oh, my God, what have I done?

Wouldn't you love to be
On the cover of a magazine?
Healthy skin, perfect teeth
Designed to hide what lies beneath

I feel the darkness growing stronger
As you cram light down my throat
How does that work out for you
In your holy quest to be above reproach?"
Pedro the Lion

Friday, November 09, 2007

It's that time of year when trees start looking like vascular systems scratching at the sky. Thank God for the rain so i have an excuse to stay inside and read.
February always finds you folding
Local papers open to the faces
Passed away to wonder what they're holding
In those hands we're never shown the places
Formal photographs refuse to mention
His tiny feet, that birthmark on her knee
The tyranny of framing our attention
With all the eyes their eyes no longer see
And darkness comes too early, you won't find
The many things you owe these latest dead:
A borrowed book, that cheque you didn't sign
The tools to be believed with, be beloved
Give what you can to keep, to comfort this
Plain fear you can't extinguish or dismiss