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Before I left school,

I applied for membership in Canon Professional Services (CPS).

to get it, I had to prove I worked for a publication, and fill out a couple of forms.

They have a two day turn around on repairs,


and here’s the kicker,

they let you rent any lens and body they make, if they have it in stock.

Its like getting presents twice a month.


The first piece of equipment I decided to rent was the 14mm f/2.8L

and all of the photos that follow will be through that lens.

Its a beauty of a lens, and wide as hell.

I love it.



Sunset on the Potomac, Jefferson Memorial on the left. DC 2007.

Pat Donovan at his Maryland residence. 3200 is lame. 2007.

Union Station. DC. Summer 2007.


Man falling out of seat on the metro. DC, Summer 2007.

Dead celebrities. Office of Printing and Engraving, DC. Summer 2007.


Leftovers. Union Station, DC. Summer 2007

Dark sunset, Washington Monument. DC, Summer 2007.

Flagpole sitta. DC, Summer 2007.


Miss Martone. Return trip from Pat Donovan’s place. Red Line. Summer 2007.

Miles Lavin, esquire. DC, Summer 2007.


spectrum.  Union Station, DC. Summer 2007.


Self Portrait w/14mm.  My pad.  DC. Summer 2007.
Jeffersonian glow. DC, Summer 2007.

Remember. . .
Live Your Life.

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A few years ago my grandmother on my father’s side passed away; I still miss her dearly. A few weeks after she died we went searching through boxes and boxes of things she had packed away in her garage. It was quite the task because it looked like she had kept everything from her whole life. Old clothes, books, furniture I’d never even seen before, but most importantly, photos. She had boxes and boxes of photographs from her life, from her parents and other relatives lives, and it goes on.

Thousands and thousands of photos that no one in my family ever knew even existed.

We went through it briefly then, but it wans’t until recently that I started to go through it myself, and actually appreciate the great gift she had left the family.

She gave us a treasure.

She put notes on everything, which was great because otherwise I would have had no idea who a majority of the people in the photographs were.

I wanted to see if I could understand what my grandparents were like when they were younger, before they had children.

I had always known them as my grandparents, to me, they had always been old, never my age. It was exciting, it was discovering familiar people in a much different way. It felt like I was getting to known them again.

I liked that my grandparents had documented their lives in the way that they did. For me, pictures are much better than a journal or names in a bible. Photographs bring not only the visual element to the, but also (for me) the human element. They assisted my imagination to better help me understand my grandparents.

It was hard to picture my grandparents being as active as they were. I discovered something no one could tell me. These pictures are some of my most prized possessions not because of the moments they represent, but of the people they frame.

These are the few I managed to get before my family split them up.

My grandmother, Gloria “Gogo” Flannery.


Charles “Chuckie” Flannery


No idea what this picture is from, but I love it. Chuckie is standing, 3rd from left.


These next two are of my step great grandfather. He was a very successful businessman. Completely loaded, he owned one of the largest houses on Lido Isle in Newport Harbor in the 50’s. When he died, my great grandmother sold the house, they split it into three lots and now there are three enormous houses there.

Jules Axelson, of the Axelson Fishing Company (AFCO). Ask any older fisherman about that company and they likely have heard of the AFCO. The company also used to design drilling and pumping gear for oil companies before it split into different corporate entities.



This is my favorite shot.


This last one has no explantion. I have no idea who he is but I love the frame.


I’m going to try and put some others ones up, but it could take some time.

Catch you on the Flipside!

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Yukon Ho!

Alaska folks.

amazing scenery out there.  not very populated. i went on a cruise in early August 06′ to the wild of Alaska.  I had never been on a cruise before so I really wasn’t sure of what to expect.  blown away.

the service, the activities, the casino, the food and the drinks.  everything was beyond what I thought it was going to be.  I at least never could have imagined it was going to be that fun.  We went on the Holland America line, which is kinda for older people and there families, people just like us.  the grandparents sprung for this trip, and hooked it up with the suites.  each room had a huge deck with chairs and tables to sit at and watch the thousands of miles of nature we passed.  It was one of the best trips I’ve ever been on.

everyday I woke up to room service, grabed a robe and ate breakfast in a new scene.  I just sat casually eating a bagel and drinking coffee, watching orcas swim with the boat, or passing by glaciers as I woke to the day.  We got to go rock climbing, dune-buggy riding and hiking through the wilderness. we even saw wild bears up close on two different occasions. really nothing in my life has been like that.

these towns that the ships would dock up to were kinda suspect.  they had mostly stores for tourists, the town depended on these ships for 95% of their economy.  Skagway, one of the towns we visited normally had a pop. of about 800.  when all of the ships would pull up the town would burst up to 10-15 thousand.  the 800 that normally live there rely on the tourist season for most of their income, then go on welfare for the rest of the year.  and to top that off, they live through some of the toughest winters known to man. 

hard knock life. 

but they do it.

 rock climbing


my back porch

on the ship, a majority of the workers call the Philippines or Indonesia home.  i came into friendship with one in particular, Bambang.  he was our waiter, and we got to talking one night about his job, where i learned that he is on the ship for one year at a time.  he works every single day on a ship. no breaks, not even one. he has a wife and two kids by the way.  He told me that the money was way better than what he could be making back in Indo so he has to make sacrifices.  all jobs have sacrifices, pros and cons we weigh.  his are just more extreme than others.  good man he is.

michele and the family


on the bus

all terrain vehicles



great trip with the family.  good times. sure beats not going on a cruise. 

I was talking with my friend Lindsey this week about Alaska and my family trip and for some reason fly-fishing came up.


she said that she thought fly fishing was fishing for flying fish.  kind of reminds me of that story about a fish tornado.  but that’ll have to wait for another day.

that’s all i gotta say.


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the 1881 club.

a bar away from bars.  a refuge where people can go to elude the hassles and drama (and prices) of a normal bar.  never crowded, never empty.  not perfection, but a complete mutual sense of friendship is how I would classify the 1881.  the quintessential “whole in the wall.”  It feels like “cheers” must have felt, if the the show and characters were real.  bartenders know your name, your drink, your problems, your budget.  It is a place where you feel you are slowly becoming part of the history, like the place not only becomes familiar to you, but you become familiar to it.  you can write your own story at the 1881, and that is a feeling most bars don’t nurture.

 1881 is the address, not the year it was founded.  This place has more locals than any place I have ever seen because everyone there is a local, or it is their first time for a lifetime.  people don’t just stop in once. 

 It is Sunday night and a couple of us are sitting around a bar table talking, and the conversation shifts from the usual blah blah to a round table questionnaire.  what would you, who would you, and so on and so on.  Who would you want to have sex with living or dead?  what kind of car would you have?  If you had to blow $100,000 and have nothing to show for it, what would you do?  things like that entertained us for a while.

 Then came the question: what one thing would you do before you die?

 a long pause. . .

then the answers roll out.

“I would sing solo in front of a packed house at the Hollywood Bowl,” says a friend.

the rest think.

 “Start for and playan entire game for the Los Angeles Lakers,” says yours truly.

“Sweep the Oscars by winning every category, even the foreign film award”

then we asked the bartender.

without hesitation he said, “I would kill somebody, because I’ve done everything else.”


It would have been creepy had we not known the bartenders humor, and instead ended up making it worthwhile for us to ask.  he always has funny off the wall comments to cause an eruption of laughter.  and apparently he has lived such a full and rewarding life that the only thing he hasn’t done is to kill someone.  he didn’t elaborate, but I think he meant to just end someone’s life on his terms, not really hunt someone or to pull the plug out. 

anyway it was a great night of pool, darts, cheap drinks and great friends.  so pull up a stool, get a drink and relax, because you are among friends at the 1881.  I’m only begining to write my own story, go and write your own.


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