moving...

we all like change every now and then...

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a lazy sunday

whizzing by...

sneak peak

A sneak preview of a shoot i did for my roommate, lyricist and composer, Anna Wayland.

americana-early morning coney island

a refresh

i haven't been shooting photos for myself or blogging. so this is a refresh and a (re)start.

(birds/self-portrait in savannah, ga, on the way to florida)

the inquirer

a protest demonstration held by the Cambodian community in northern philly,
speaking out against the increase in the number of immigrants and legal residents being deported.

passing through

good friends...

bonaparte lake cafe, chesaw, wa

Dennis Martinez, 66, served in the Marine Corp from '61-'66 during the Cuban Missile Crisis, when he was 17 years-old. He and his 7 brothers all served in the military, and his family is part of the San Fernando Band of Mission Indians who were relocated to northern Washington when the US government carved out reservation land for Native Americans. He is part of the Vanyume tribe, originally from the Mojave Desert.

an ode to jerry

a young jerry middleton, taken by a friend in vietnam

the following is a poem written with jerry's experiences in mind....

john wayne, the american cowboy

you can be him too, chant the troops,

follows the boy, still wishing for more than stubble

on his baby-soft chin.

pull up your boot straps, boy

towering over, says father

to war, you go, now is your duty

but rumbling streets, and white-brimmed hats

filled with beautiful young things

that only visit in the night

can't fight the feeling

nor the terror that lingers

when it's over.

touch the earth, young son

press your weathered face to my ground

rush, deep dirt, fill the holes

clothe him in the whispers

that run through the trees

rubbed raw, you are

bent in all the wrong directions

your soul sees no meaning

and your voice is lost upon the wind

for from the earth you came

and to earth you shall return

dear god, bring him here

where creatures sing

and the music of the rain brings sleep

to the young soul.

touch the earth, young son

fingers deep,

lined with red brown dirt,

let your feet fall softly among the tall grass

and listen for the whispers

floating among the trees.

-Juliette Lynch

crazy turkeys and updates

this is the crazy turkey that acts like a guard dog and attacked justin and i...

second and half-way stories

it rains and mists a lot....

more jerry goodness

life is good with trees...

Jerry checks his trees everyday...he saves he was saved by them, and taking care of the land after getting out of the navy and feeling lost

Jerry plants some corn for the fall...

Jerry and his son, Chawekah, sit around the fire before dinner...Chawekah came and joined his dad about three years ago,and built his own house up the hill a bit...

Chawekah's dog, Matthias

the amazing dinner we had...buffalo burgers, quinoa, carrot, nut, squash and onion vegetable mix, fresh spinach, and right-out-of-the-garden horseradish...best meal i have had in ages!

portrait series

this is a first look at  several portraits I took (with the first snapped by aj chavar, and the third by will halsey)

 will halsey

me

andrew maclean

andrew burton

aj chavar