Chips, Ring Dings, and Cake

A World to See

 Today is my friends birthday! Celebratory portrait!

 Downtown Bangor is quite beautiful, but also quite cold in February.

Comme la vie est lente, et comme l'esperance est violente.

I made a promise to myself that this year. This year. This year will be the year I don't go all to hell. This year is the year I am going to climb mountains, and stand at the top in the sunlight. I'm not a strong person, but I refuse to hurt, or lose another piece of my soul to people that just steal it without reservation. The least they could do is call ahead eh?

Mexico -81 Days

The Good Times Are Killing Me (Part II)

 People move so fast, and care so little, I just wonder if they ever get where they so desperately wanted to be.

 Everything has its ghosts.

It seems that the only thing that can be counted upon in life are park benches. They'll always hold you up when you need to sit and listen to the people scamper around.

 This is Lonnie, and I am fairly certain he didn't know when I took this. Only my second portrait.

 Thank you, you know who you are. We talked about long shutter shots, and it inspired me. I've been wanting to get back into photography for months. Thank you.

 Downtown Bangor buying antique postcards to send to friends.

My friends cat, Modigliani, but we just call him Moglie

I'm in between travels right now, Mexico is about 80 days out, and I'll be in Canada soon enough. Stay tuned!

The Good Times Are Killing Me

 Everything, rocks, trees, humans, we all cast shadows. Is it to remind us of where we have been, what we have seen, or is it to say that life is always changing. I will not say adapting, that would imply things are always getting better, but they are always changing.

Winter is the quietest time of the year. No bird songs, no children playing, there are just little puffs of smoke coming from all the chimneys.

The sun rises every morning. The sun sets every evening. Why do we watch it every day? We know we had a day that was different than all the rest. That something went right, or far awry. We cannot remember the individual moments. They all seem the same, but the day as a whole was completely different. In fact you have never had a day like this before.

Waiting in Vain

I love Maines winter, but I can feel a tinge of spring in the sunshine.

Think of how big this world is. 7 billion people big. Millions of species big. This big world is just a speck of dust in the universe, let's enjoy it.

Mexico, Boston, New York, and Canada as much as possible in between all of those it's going to be a well travelled year.

McGill Once! McGill Twice!

This is a picture from the 18th floor of the Sheraton in Montreal. The city has the spirit of Boston and New York, but it's a bit feistier.  

 A cornucopia of ideas all in one drawing!

 I had the deepest existential moment when I took this picture. I am a man. I love, and all those I love will die. I hate, and I know it does me no good. I feel so that I may live, but I too will die. The thought that every woman I ever kissed, ever loved will die really influenced this shots inclusion of the local martyr (Ignacie). To think that with arms outstretched I can hold someone, and they may hold me. That we may love, but it's all going to wither, it just plain hurts.

 I dream things that never were and ask why not?

Is Time Ever New? Auld Lang Syne

 It’s New Year ’s Eve and as I sit here in the café sipping on good rum and the nectar of life: blues. I feel forced to think back about this past year, my irreverent mistakes, redefining myself, and learning how to appreciate these past nineteen winters, springs, summers, but especially my falls. By this I don’t mean autumn but when I felt weak and struggled. I hit the proverbial rock bottom this year. And I also climbed my mountain of self-loathing. There was always this unreasonable rhythm to life, certain moments last forever. Ten, Nine, Eight seconds left. I see a young girl of about 7 (she doesn't have any front teeth) running around the café smiling, giggling, and carrying this outrageous beach ball. Four, Three, Two it’s almost over, One. It’s over Happy New Year!