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The World Is Not Enough

“There’s no point living if you can’t feel alive.”

I miss Freshie. She’s one of a final series of sparkles of wonder that kept me company prior to my recent exodus. Exodus because a long overdue relocation has finally come to fruition. The final chapter in my own strange ’six degrees of Kevin Bacon’ game that I’ve played with the reality I had created for myself, internally and externally. Mostly internally. Precious things needing to be washed away.

A car, a cat, and a catalyst. And I’m here. Home. Hello, Nashville.

Our final photographic endeavor did leave me remembering the things I will miss, though. We’ll see how long it is before I can jedi-mind-trick her this way.


And then Ariel became a departing, unexpected spark just days before my departure. A casual final dart thrown as the curtain was falling that hit a bullseye and reminded me of the inspiring emotive fuel that can come from clicking with someone on all cylinders in the collaborative department. Why I hadn’t thought of a kitty-girl series prior to the accidental discovery as we were shooting I don’t know…but it’s certainly something I’ll have to devote more concerted effort to in the future.

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Some last-minute, parting luck also ended up activating a shoot that had been discussed 2 years ago, and I’ll share those shortly as well.

And though I’ll be basking in the homebody indulgences of a new place for a while, a specific chunk of that process is already being devoted to the re-ignition of re-harnessed energies…

Preludes & Escapades

I’m yet again mentioning a number of images I have to catch up on displaying. Now with two lovely ladies (Freshie and Ariel) in the image queue, I thought it would be fitting showcasing part of each of them here together…since both of them were deliciously gracious enough to grace my vehicle with the continuing AutoErotica project.

About the only thing I ever really have to worry about when shooting these is the possible instance of a sudden “throw something over the model in case this person/car/something comes too close” turning into fits of giggling that completely nullify the mood that’s building…but who’s gonna complain about laughter?


DC Fetish Ball

Geez, I’m behind. This time there’s substantial reason behind it, though. I’ve also got a nice chunk of gorgeous images of Freshie that we took when she last came to visit me that I’ve been horribly neglectful in sharing. Those will come soon (she knows I already feel bad about my procrastination).

In the meantime, however, I offer you a plug for an delicious event coming up being produced by two friends of mine. It should be a fantastic weekend of festivites. Go check it out!


I suppose when you have a near flawless complexion and skintone, cosmetics become more of a superfluous thing than in most cases. That would explain why this would constitute Isis’ first ever donning of lipstick. I would be tempted to be a bit mopey at not having contributed partially (at least) to the makeup, but the results Laura got taking over hardly left me bothered in the end.



…ie. I think, via experience, I’ve run the gamut of model names enough to not be surprised much anymore by how quirky they get. Regardless, her name is actually quite apropos considering she is helping my new venture back into actually contacting models to shoot with.

It’s a bit of a double-edged sword because after an experience like the one I had meeting and shooting with Freshie, I start remembering the myriad things I liked about the entire collaborative and lightheartedly fun process. Yet, those are the sort of expectations that can lead into the disillusionment that is rampant in the ’scene’ (although more so on the side of the models).

But then I start editing more of the photos we shot and the results are far too adorable, drowning out most of the concerns. An absolute darling of an individual to start up this facet of the cycle again with.



Summer is officially under way. I actually began it a day early while hanging out in DC with some good friends during a much-needed relaxing mid-afternoon grass-sitting, snack-eating session. It also presented a chance to whip out the camera for casual shooting.

I find it interesting (if not fitting) that, in continuation of recent themes, I was treated to an odd dichotomy of visual death and life encapsulated in different forms.




Anyone who tells you that they don’t fear death is either disingenuous, deluded, or delirious.

For the second time this month, I’ve become a spectator to the carcasses of a few fallen hatchlings at the base of the stairs up to my apartment. The nests high above in the archway appear perhaps too vulnerable to the elements. I had quietly been a bit bothered that I hadn’t gotten around to taking some pictures of the barely-feathered newborns the last time. I didn’t, however, plan or wish to be witness to the event again…

It is the most fleeting of things, the amalgamation of fired neurons we call life. We take for granted that the entire encapsulation includes the very sentience we perceive it with. The convenient benefits of our evolved brains are the ability to create distractions and the ability to assign emotional value to things we can whimsically imagine for ourselves. They are the blinders that keep our eyes away from inevitability and focused on construct…and considering our species’ fixation with emotion and value placement, it’s perhaps a psycho-biological prerequisite.

It’s not the loss of the sensory stimulus that’s so much the issue…I suspect that is the primary thought process we all go through when mulling the questions. It’s the process of losing the very system that processes the stimuli. It’s not the loss of everything you’ve placed value upon; it’s the loss of the ability to place value.

Quiet, stark reality. A testament to brevity.

May you find many vivid intoxications for as long as you will need them.


Considering my penchant for nostalgia, it would appear this sort of thing is long overdue. I’d been finding myself going back into my external hard drive, digging up images from years ago and indulging in a bit of “fresh set of eyes” viewing of stuff to see how my current level matches up with the results I got back then. It became a fun distraction, editing some older images with the proficiencies I now have with PS…and it reminded me of the short ‘About Me’ section I used to have on my old website, where I offered up a short, verbal recounting of my photography experiences. In it, I’d also shown an image from my second shoot and, upon reflecting back to that page, it occurred to me that I should combine all these elements and systematically go back to the very beginning (1.18.05) and set up a gallery that creates a timeline, with one image take from each shoot in chronological order.

So I’ve officially created the History Gallery, replacing the old ‘Retro Quads’ gallery since this new one will essentially be a broader display of the same imagery. Currently only 2005 and part one of 2006 are up, but I’ll be updating them over time as I re-edit and re-create the pictures from my old shots.

Seeing In The Dark

 How I Learned To See In The Dark

I was fortunate enough to be able to again catch Chris Pureka, this time on a spring east-coast tour for her new album. Sometimes I wish I had the talent to be able to condense my emotional catharses into an aural medium. She has an unassuming, honest energy to her (you can tell when she’s just speaking plainly) that actually reinforces the heavy, melancholy vocals she pours forth.

This video of the new album’s title track Wrecking Ball is from a show only 4 days after the one I saw her in. Enjoy.


I’ve actually been a rather reserved person most of my life, particularly socially. It was a progression of habit and eventual familiarity with the process itself that put me in a place where interacting with models in scant-to-no clothing didn’t feel partially awkward for me even when being thoroughly focused on the shoot theme. Now, it’s something I think I’ve come to take for granted. My roommate of many years has lived with me throughout this evolution and doesn’t bat an eyelash at random nudity in the apartment. Being around people who are comfortable in that sort of environment may as well be second nature to me now.

It does manage to surprise me, then, when two people entirely new to modeling are able to perform a flawless transition into that ‘photo shoot zone’ where the mood is completely comfortable and fluid…despite their state of (un)dress.

Amber and I had been talking for months about getting around to shooting. It became one of those deals where you’ve got the firecracker rocket stuck into the ground and you’ve got the lighter in your pocket…and days still go by without getting the fuse lit. I’d spoken with Andrew less and we hadn’t even formally discussed shots with him. Had he not ended up being free from other obligations that day I wouldn’t have ended up being able to incorporate him at all in the actual shoot. But, with a little good fortune and the totally stress-free environment (granted, being around people you’re familiar with and a few bottles of wine can help with that…), we managed to crank out some rather fantastic stuff.

Among many other spectacular things, it was another prodding reminder of how much I do enjoy shooting couples.

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