In an effort to...

...keep this thing updated I now share with you a seriously unguided post. It's a good idea to have a direction when you post something. It keeps readers engaged, and lets them know where something is going. You do not have that luxury (Unless you're me, which is more likely. In which case you know exactly where this is going.)

Lost *spoilers*

I know. I'm the last person on earth to watch Lost, but shut up. I'm halfway through the final season and I'm realizing that LOST is MYST. Just think about it.

Occupy Wall St.

I definitely knew this thing would be big. And I want to be involved, but then again I also want to eat, and pay rent.



Oh! Road Rage.

What the hell is up with people. So I cut off some guy the other day. He followed me for two miles. And when I got to somewhere I had to stop he pulled in front of me and got out of his car. Walked stormed over to me and began yelling incoherently. I (from the safety of my locked car) told him that I had indeed already said I was sorry for cutting him off. Then he began hitting my window with great force. I think he might have hurt himself. My window is fine. Then he kicked my car. I think he hurt himself there too. My door is not fine.

Anywho. I'll post some photos of something sometime. This blog needs some pretty rectangles.

Pointy Things

I was walking home and I saw some pointy stuff that looked pretty awesome against the sky. So I took some photos. Enjoy.

Discarded pen

I walked by this pen on my way to class. I think it's a pretty scene. please enjoy the two I liked best.

Just around the bend.

So I'd been here once before. A tattered area that feels like a mix of various landscapes. Discarded luggage, train tracks, massive tires, old warehouses. It took me an entire semester to actually get my camera out there. This is the first visit to the area. Enjoy.

Fun Random Update

Long time no post. I have three for you. This is the first of those. please enjoy these random images.

Random Wanderings

Another post about wandering. I just photographed a bit of my day. The ones of the bathroom are inspired and pretty much for a fellow artist. Definitely not as good as hers. But the point was to show what a male bathroom is scrawled with. Ignore the random reflection, lol.

Random update.

A few photos from Pikapp rush and some other stuff. Hope you enjoy.

Random Wanderings

Some photos from my day. The ones of the pens I stumbled across. They're inspired by a friends photo. Enjoy.

Ours

It was worn, rusted, not grand or new. It was dirty. Half our hurdles pre-dated us. Our blocks had to be manned by two people. But it was ours, and that's all that realy mattered.

My clock at work.

This is similar to a post I made about my old desk at the Sagebrush. The photo is pretty self explanatory. My clock is off, and it gets me into trouble. So I fixed it.

Musing

Bus moves, through the dark.
Shadows twist and slide,
glide across seats.
Passengers sleep.

I find myself thinking about traveling. About how much cheaper escape is when you plan it one way.

Train platform metaphors are my favorite.

Ghosts of Campus

There's something rich and intoxicating about the University of Nevada campus. A definite sense of history and tradition that I've begun to cultivate. There are ghosts on campus. Not spooky beings, but ideas that linger. Ideas that have crept into the cracks. Ideas that sing words to the student sighing on the lawn,

mackay, life, respect, love, drinking, bells, houses, laughter, students, books, events, clubs, class

Words that have meant something for generations. Words that echo with each semester and never grow faint. So loud are these echoes that they seem new each time. But beneath these are the lower echoes. The ones that need to be helped back into our lives. Words that need to be said again and again, yelled if need should arise to bring them back from beneath.

These are whispered to the student sighing on the lawn,

secrets, paths, tunnels, sundown, involvement, tradition, history, pride

Help me say these words. Help me bring back the echoes of our great university.

Cracks.

Splintered under intense heat. Asphalt, black as obsidian. Nightfall. Gentle rain. A softer feel.

My city.

Yes I saw The Spirit and that's part of the reason I'm writing this. But mostly this has been a long time coming.

Las Vegas. My city. I love this place. Everyone who isn't here is flying in nightly by the thousands. And everyone who is here is spreading away from here like rats off a sinking ship. Me, I love this town. No place is as alive. No place is as infinitely complex in its mechanisms. This town is every artists dream. A city so riddled with love, sin, hate, decay and glamor. Think about it. It's a city built in the middle of a desert, thriving off the losses of thousands of people. But it's also a city in the middle of the desert thriving in the glow of thousands of both physical and metaphorical light. From miles away you can see it silently humming to itself, it's glow cast into the sky. Every person a book unto themselves. The original voice of Tarzan sitting with his wife in a smoky dive casino diner. Strippers just out of high school who know more about the economic crisis than business majors. Elegant graffiti tucked inside its underground chasms. This city is the greatest subject no one will every really capture.

A feeling I can't shake.

I'm lost at sea. Not lost in a storm. Not riding epic swells of freezing water. Simply lost at sea. In all directions the horizon is a field of blue fading into a cloudless blue sky. And I have no idea where the closest land is.

also:

A quarter.

So last night I was reading a book. And, as most humans are aware, our bodes require liquid from time to time. Me, I run entirely on soda and juice. (Pure water just isn't my thing.) So I got up to get myself something to drink. It's 4 a.m. and I have nothing in the way of liquids. But I do have 55cents in my pocket. You'd think I would have more money to my name than that. But no. I'm like a six year old I have so little money. So I move to my change mug. Nothing but pennies. I shit you not. Not one silver coin. (That's a lie there was some Mexican money in there.) I then proceeded to scour my entire bedroom and living room for anything. It was beginning to move past 4 a.m. and searching for 20cents is a terrible thing to loose sleep over. I sat down on the couch in despair. I'd found a lot of bits of tinfoil, and a number of useless pennies. (Not to mention a boxful of spent film. What the hell did I take pictures of?) I sat down on the couch.

I know what you're thinking. "He must have checked under the couch, it's the most obvious place to look for loose change" To you I say shut up and keep your opinions to yourself. So I hung my head over the couch and to my great relief, under the couch, behind a dirty sock, was a dusty quarter. I felt like I'd won the lottery or something. Everyone was sleeping so I did a silent dance of triumph.

So I went downstairs and deposited all of the money I owned (except for a nickel which is in my pocket now) into a soda machine. Problem. Mountain Dew Code Red, or Wild Cherry Pepsi? Wild Cherry Pepsi became the choice after a quick "eenie meenie miney moe". So I retreated upstairs where I drank my soda quietly, slowly, and read my book.

Random pretty things.

I've been pretty bad about updating this blog lately. In fact I've been pretty unproductive in most aspects of my life. Sad really.

In other news, I broke up with my girlfriend (Juliet) of nearly four years. And I'm pretty torn up.

Anyhow, here are a few shots I've collected over the past few weeks.



Freezer Raptor. Little did you know, there are raptors bred for specific habitats. For example: Dorm Raptors, Tunnel Raptors, Basement Raptors, etc.