S.A.T.U.R.D.A.Y. Night.

I've taken this photo before.


Weird Beard


The all seeing eyes are always watching to see what's going on in Colin's apartment.

The all seeing eyes in one frame, a ghost in the other.


The floor loves the ska.


I forget this dude's name.


Colin looks like a spy


Tim, at his very best.


Colin at his best

the sea

pre-professionals:

I spent Wednesday evening at Vendetta with my camera, a vodka tonic, and a friend. Not only does that bar have the coolest name ever, they have pretty good mac and cheese too.

Driving home on Powell BLVD.

I spent yesterday evening with Colin doing what we do best: taking photos and talking about everything from relationships to politics to various social issues. One thing he said struck me and I can't stop thinking about it. We were standing under the Freemont Bridge in the industrial area of North Portland and he looked up and said "This is so huge. Men built this and we're just taking photos of it." Think about it.

He's moving to Austin Texas in a few weeks and I'm gonna miss him when he's gone. He's a good man and one of the only photographers i know who is super skilled at what he does yet doesn't turn it into a pissing contest.

I edited these photos while listening to:
starflyer 59 - talking voice vs singing voice
isis - oceanic

three photos that have nothing to to with each other...they weren't even taken on the same day.

Fountain in the park.

Photos from a labor day BBQ at Jessie and Kyle's new place. Good times, good food, and good Bros.

I woke up this morning to rain. I couldn't be more stoked that fall is coming. It's my favorite season and frankly this summer sucked so bad i'm glad to see it go.

never say goodbye, always say so long

If you're someone who regularly checks this blog you know that i don't write much, if at all, here. I like to think that my photos speak for themselves and to be honest I’m not that comfortable exposing my emotions via the Internet. This last year has been hard for many reasons. The loss of my mother is almost too much to bear and at times I feel like the Psalmist who wrote, "I have become like a man without strength, forsaken among the dead" (psalms 88:3b-5a). Being a Christian, i believe that ''All things work together for good, for those who love God and are called according to his purpose" (Romans 8:28). I do believe that God is sovereign and that the things that have occurred are for the betterment of my family and myself. So, I sat and asked the questions why and how. I'm not sure if this is the purpose, I’m not sure if this is the reason, but the one thing i have learned a great deal about is love. True love: The kind of love that brought my dad to his knees while watching his wife being unexpectedly ripped from his hands. The kind of love that I realized I was capable of when my grief exposed the void in my soul that was that was once filled with my mom, and the love of I experienced when I realized someone truly cares for me.