Pirating a movie

Photo of an LCD playing The Mesmerist, directed by Bill Morrison from Wolphin Issue 2.  I'm leaving for a while.

Light Streaks

On 38th Street under the interstate just after midnight.

The last of this crap

A comment by Mike made me realize that pictures of sunsets are just as bad as macro shots of flowers, pictures of cats, and pictures of one's own children.  Fine for a shoebox, but really no one else in the world cares or needs to see your crapy picture.  In this case, my crapy picture.  I am resolving not to waste the internet with anymore of this shit.

Roots under the 31st Street Pedestrian Bridge

The trash being there doesn't bother me, it is just that it isn't artistically arranged.  I also almost had a great shot on the other side of the bridge of the water, the rocks, and the smashed toilet, but the toilet was slightly too smashed and at an odd angle so as not to be recognizable.  If I were a braver photographer, I would go back and throw in a fresh toilet so as to have the image.

Joe at the Gingerman

It was a Friday so there was beer to be consumed.

Another bloody sunset

I'm in a fucking rut.

Blue sunset snap

Running again.  The old familiar drive down to the MoPac Town Lake Bridge.  iPhone has kinda sexy little flares when you really dig in.

Bad lighting

Blah, I fucked up the lighting of this whole scene.

Graves and the locksmith

The Texas State Mental Hospital Cemetery.  This is through a chain link fence, I don't think there is any entrance that they don't keep locked.  Taken from the parking lot at Epoch.

Trees and Addictions

A quickie of the trees in the yard through the broken grate that is supposed to be covering the gutter.  The frustration with trying to get it uploaded was a nice diversion from the alcohol and Spore that have consumed the last two days of my life.

Excuses and Animorphology

I was trapped and disheartened in Round Rock for a week then out to Burning Man and back which burned two and then in San Antonio for Rob's short this weekend.

So this thing hasn't completely fizzled through laziness.  Well some of it was laziness and some of it was legitimate out of contact with the space waves that make this internet thing go.

Anyway, commencing normal activities

A still from the San Pedro Playhouse shoot of Animorphism or Animorphology or Anthropomorphism or whatever it's called.  Adam and Darren cleanup quite respectably.