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This?



Or this?



I can't decide. The veins are good, but the texture overpowers them and I have no idea how to bring both out in a single image without sacrificing what I like about each. Puh.

Model: Megan

Model: Truett

More thoughts on this to come. Tired, sleep now.

Dear Creepy Interdouche,

Please to not be browsing my photostream looking for innocuous pictures of teenage girls to fulfill your strange, creepy fetish for young girls in bondage and masks.

Kthx, go the fuck away, and good luck with that whole not being a pedophile thing.

- Me.

First: lol.

Second: My entire neighborhood is pissed off at our HOA, to the extent that we're organizing against them. Someone mentioned that we need a website, so with the aid of Left Hand, I made a site in a bit under 4 hours, from registering the domain name to shooting the photo for the site banner to slopping the blogging software together. It's http://www.prairievillageunited.org, if you give a hoot.

Third: Lol was first, because I can't help but think of my year and a half of protesting Scientology with Anonymous. It got me ready for this fight, which is much more personal and literally closer to home than the cult's antics have ever been. I hate to say it, but I'm hanging up my anti-Scilon boots and charging against my shitty HOA. May it cost them more money and time than it costs me.

Model: LizLowe

This is maybe the most fun I've had with the infrared-in-the-dark project.

And, yes, that is the ginormous hardback 25th anniversary edition of the Simon Necronomicon.

Tags: photo

My new hardback anniversary edition of the Necronomicon is not enough. I also need this:

http://spippo.deviantart.com/art/My-Little-Cthulhu-94509492

... and one more.



There's actually one more photo, a good portfolio-ish headshot, but not something I particularly like. Pretty, but not really my kind of thing.



I think this shoot was a huge step forward from my previous non-light painting IR work. So much of the previous stuff was just focused on getting the light right and learning about how IR treats hair, makeup, and fabrics. I think this shoot took me to a completely different level from the previous stuff.

Tags: photo

First real photo shoot in a while. Certainly the first time I've had a chance to put my IR and somewhat new lighting equipment to any serious use. I still need more practice "seeing" things in infrared, but I think I'm getting better at it, especially now that I've got more control over the light.







Model: Christine

More to come.

Tags: photo

After a work week consisting of midnight and 7:00am and 8:00am meetings each lasting an hour or two... I. Am. Fucking. Done. I'm going to wrap up soon and get the hell out of here. Maybe take a nap or something, and then get on to those pain-in-the-ass house projects I've needed to do for a while.

On a more positive, I think I've proven this week at work that I'm pretty darn good at what I do, considering I've only been in management almost two years. I'm going to reward myself with a bottle of Glenmoranjie and some time behind my camera, and by playing with my puppy.

Oh, that's right, we got a puppy in February. She's a Great Pyrenees / Lab mix, and she's honking huge at 8.5 months. Incredibly friendly disposition without being hyper-friendly like labs, strong natural guardian instincts, very intelligent, and gets along amazingly well with the cats. I think she likes the cats because she recognizes them as being the "herd" we've tasked her with protecting. Her name is Migo:



K. Home soon.

A while back, Rachel and I decided to get rid of our cable television and phone service, to be replaced with an entirely web-based solution. In order to get everything working at the speed we wanted, we realized that we needed to replace our wireless network with a wired Ethernet network. Ethernet is inherently faster, more stable, and more secure than any wireless spec out there.

We actually thought of doing this before we built the house, understanding that phone wires and Ethernet wires are the same thing... Cat5 cable. You can replace the phone jacks with network jacks, and as long as you wire it up right, you've got networking wherever you're willing to replace a phone jack. We kept our cable internet service, but canceled TV and phone. We replaced it with a VOIP router and computers.

This is what I had to do to make it all happen, step by step with pics. You'll need the following tools/hardware, which can be found in most hardware stores with an electrical department:

( Wiring your house for Ethernet )

Google returns this on a search for "longmont shooting range":

First Baptist Church, Longmont CO 80501 -- MerchantCircle.com
First Baptist Church is located at 701 Kimbark St Longmont, CO. ... Rifles, PRO Archery Shop, New, Indoor Shooting Range, Guns, Firearms Museums, . ...


Ok, yeah, I know the arms stuff is not part of the church, but it's still funny.

I slapped this letter out on to my laptop in a coffee shop directly after the funeral. I don't begrudge anyone their faith, but when a funeral service centers around "God does whatever he wants, so deal with it," I find it empty and providing no further understanding of life and death. I've just been out of the Christian faith too long to relate directly to messages like that. I understand the message and why some people need to hear it, but even a few Christians I know dislike those kinds of services. It felt so empty to me that I had to write this for Daniel's mother, and for myself. I don't know if she found comfort in the service or not, I'm just hoping she gets something out of this. And if she finds as little meaning in this as I found in the service, that's fine by me; I just had to write it out.

( Letter )

I'm in Mobile again. I was here all of last week, from the Saturday of the weekend before last until just this past Sunday. It was a business trip, the kind where I stay in meetings and engage in heated discussions for the better part of my waking hours.

I went home Sunday. While I was waiting for a connection in Houston, my dad called me to inform me that my cousin and childhood friend, Daniel, died that morning. I'm now back in Mobile. The funeral was today. I had a lot to say to Kathy, Daniel's mother, but there was never a proper time to do it today. So now I'm writing her a letter, and it's heart-wrenching. I can't imagine that anything I say could bring comfort to her, but it's... something. More than nothing, a positive, at least something to help oscillate her mind away from the dark places she's finding right now. Maybe.

No tongues were harmed in the making of this photo.

Did I mention that I effing love my pyro? I do.

The Florida Keys are littered with bridges like this. They became so damaged and dilapidated over time that they were condemned after newer bridges were built. Most of these older bridges are missing their connections to land on both sides to prevent cars and pedestrians from moving on to them. A few are up that allow for pedestrians, but even those look like they're falling apart.

From ColoradoPols.com:

Somehow, somebody thought it was a good idea to put up a giant 32-foot tall satan horse right outside a building that already creates super stressful situations for people. Not only does this red-eyed behemoth welcome Denver visitors with what is a menacing horse version of Zoul, not only is it crafted with strangely elaborate detail around its genitals and corn hole, it also has a blood on it chest - literally. Yes, as the Denver Post reports, "the statue has a reputation, in part because the creator, Luis Jimenez, was killed in 2006 when the torso piece swung out of control and fell on him in his studio."

OK, I'm still kind of an outsider here, but it's cool to know there other people who saw one of the revelated Horsemen's horses at the airport and thought, "What the fuck?"

They're not kidding about the attention to bizarre detail regarding the horse's junk. It's... well.... Here's a picture (no idea who took it, probably some blogger at Westword):

http://blogs.westword.com/latestword/Mustangrear.jpg

One of the Scientology protesters made a long-ish slide show a few months ago of my protest pics. Neat-o.

Yeah. I really, really like pyro. This negative was so underexposed I was about to toss it, but figured what the hell, might as well try it. All it took was a bump in the red channel and I got all this detail back.