The Vanished Instant

And now it's time to say...

2009-10-15T12:58:00.000-07:00

The last several months have seen infrequent posts here, after 2 years of steady nonsense. Call it 'Life.' 'Moving.' 'Working.' I'll get back to it, and it'll be more interesting, re-vamped. New and improved. I hope so anyway. But for now, official notice. No more posts until I can do it properly.

I'll call you. Promise.

Athena. Desaturated.

2009-10-15T12:47:00.000-07:00

Penultimate post - for now.
Athena. An old portrait that I played with in Lightroom today. I desaturated this one a little, to lovely affect. At least I think so. Athena looks lovely regardless. Any mistakes are mine.

Look Sharp!

2009-10-01T08:25:00.000-07:00

Joe Jackson, anyone?

The Groomsman.

2009-09-17T20:16:00.000-07:00

A young groomsman - as the vows were being read.

Love, Southern Style.

2009-09-15T20:22:00.000-07:00

From a wedding I photographed this weekend - for Jerry and Chrissy. I'm not going to lie, it's stressful as hell photographing someone's big day. I understand why it's often a two person job at this point. It's a shot of adrenaline, and no mistake...

What I'm Reading:

2009-09-10T23:23:00.000-07:00

Actually, just finished reading.

A disappointing, slight book from Roth. It's a book that won't appease the feminist critics (or many women at all, come to that). After the electric resurgence of (approx -) Sabbaths Theatre through The Plot Against America, it seems that Roth, in an effort to beat Father Time, is cranking out books at too fast a pace; the quality is deteriorating. It's one thing (and not a small thing either) for Woody Allen to crank out films at the rate of one per year, but Roth churning out novels at a similar pace? It's still astonishing.

I'm reviewing the book for The Austin American Statesman. It's due in early November.

And, I know, this has nothing to do with images. But did I mention the change in philosophy behind this site?

Gruene Hall, Texas.

2009-09-09T10:57:00.000-07:00

'The Oldest Dance hall in Texas.' Built, 1878.

These Are The People Who Cook Your Food (Pt 1)

2009-09-02T21:30:00.000-07:00

James Holmes, Chef/Owner Olivia Restaurant.

New Philosophy.

2009-09-02T21:29:00.000-07:00

I'm changing the blog. I'll post details soon. Stay tuned.

More Pictures About Buildings and Food

2009-08-04T11:38:00.000-07:00

London again.

Old School

2009-07-30T12:28:00.000-07:00

Or maybe, just old.

Graffiti Artist/Restaurant Server

2009-07-29T13:07:00.000-07:00

Today's 'Featured Artist'...

Castle Hill.

2009-07-17T12:08:00.001-07:00

Austin.

Army Dreamers.

2009-07-15T21:27:00.000-07:00

St Ann's Square, Manchester, UK.

Answers To Nothing

2009-07-13T17:06:00.001-07:00

Delicious! Refreshing!

2009-07-11T21:06:00.000-07:00

Oh England / My Lionheart.

2009-07-10T10:21:00.000-07:00

St Paul's Cathedral.

Telegraph Road

2009-07-09T12:00:00.000-07:00

When I conceived this blog, I imagined more images like this.

Time Out of Mind (State of the Art 2)

2009-07-07T23:17:00.000-07:00

I confess, the Victoria's Secret catalogue is a bit dubious, but if the postie is going to stick it in my mailbox....

4th.

2009-07-07T21:46:00.000-07:00

Peering over the fence on your 4th of July.

The Writing on the Wall

2009-07-02T08:24:00.000-07:00

State of the Art

2009-07-01T12:47:00.000-07:00

Shot Location: Brooklyn, 2008.
State of Mind: Present, Austin, Tx.

In Search of the Brontes

2009-06-29T08:05:00.000-07:00

The Bronte parsonage, in Haworth, Yorkshire, where the Bronte sisters lived and died. Charlotte and Emily are the two most well known sisters - but who was the third sister?

Trivia answer: Anne, also an author. There was a brother too, Branwell a painter and opium addict.

The average life expectancy in Haworth in the mid-1800's was 25. Emily died at 30, Anne died at 29, and Charlotte died at 38. Branwell died at 30.

Emily, Anne and Branwell died within six months of one another, from tuberculosis.

There were six Bronte children, though two didn't make it past infancy. Charlotte lived the longest, at 38. The father, Patrick, outlived all of them by some distance. He lived to the age of 84.

These are not their gravestones, but rather, random faded stones from the cemetery in which they're buried.

Strangeways Here We Come

2009-06-25T10:44:00.000-07:00

Who but a comedian would name a prison 'Strangeways'?

In Manchester we call it The Strangeways Hotel. Boddingtons Brewery sits just across the street. Double penury.

There's something wistful about this image, taken late on a summer evening from the train, heading into Manchester.

Trivia note: I worked at the photo lab in Manchester where album artwork for The Smiths 'Strangeways Here We Come' was printed.

National Gallery

2009-06-24T14:03:00.001-07:00

Looking out from the steps of The National Gallery, London.