Big Ups to Brklyn? naw, its Pasadena son.

Well its great to be back in Chico.

I think.

The next couple of posts will be from last semester,

as well as late summer

and over the holiday break.

I just got some film back from the lab,

to which I am pleased with greatly.

getting film back never gets old.

its like little mini Christmas’,

seeing frames for the first time in months, maybe years is a special moment.

Well, here they are,

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enjoi.

this is morgan. he likes tequila.

he loves the Packers and the Farve.

he is nice man.

anyways.

hers is the one and only dylan, more of him to come much later.

The next few are from early in the Fall 07 Semester.

I took a trip down the Feather river just outside of Chico with Nick Osti and friends.

It was a great day.

This is only Part I, the pre-party.

The myth, the man, the laugh, the rhymes, the Frosti.

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The next is a little party sequence.

More to come from that day soon, but not in this post.

I will end this on a rediculous display from Orange County.

These are real speed bumps.

over 7 feet long and 15 inches high.

I took this one from the curb level.

oh, and this last photo.

owned.

Gotta run. more to come.

yesterday is so today

I’ll start with my NY trip.Loved shooting that city out.

I hadn’t been there since childhood,

so it was a much different experience.

The amount of people that are around you

walking next to you,

on the subway,

at the park,

at Starbucks or whatever. . . it seems you can’t have a private moment in public.

But then there were times, especially at Central Park,

where I found my own space to lie down and relax on a summer’s day.

satisfaction, finding peace in a complex, crowded, and crazy city.

the crowd makes rooftops so necessary.

park and rooftops are the places in the city where you can really get away.

inside you have radio, TV, the indispensable internet, and god knows what else.

but in the park and up on the roof,

you either have yourself and your thoughts

or the company of others, just taking it in.

for those are the moments in life when people can truly be themselves.

no competition, no baggage, no self interest,

just friends enjoying each others presence for what it is.

I really treasure those times;

most of the time I get completely engrossed in self matters that I neglect reflection.

Its the simple times that bring me back, center and refocus me, remind me of who I am.

New York, for me, was a breath of fresh air from the hectic life I had in DC.

Not that I wasn’t happy in DC, it just can be a bit overwhelming sometimes,

and the trip to NY helped me stay focused at Heritage, just needed a little breather.

Well then.

I apologize for not updating as often as I should, DC is coming.

Here are the rest of my frames from the NYC.

They are all pretty much from one day, Jazz in the Park on Sunday, and also a Punk concert in the same park.

Thanks goes out to people who view/read this.

Live Your Life.