three elevators
three different scenarios
three year-old daughter
defining the three
number, numeral, and glyph
first odd prime number
synthesis equals
thesis plus antithesis
three-ness from two-ness
Monthly Archives: February 2014
“I’ve seen too much? All I’ve seen is a bunch of low foreheads who think they can change the world with dweams and talk!” – Ben Richards in The Running Man
Ridiculousness. I will go to sleep now.
Peace.
Dreams & Talk
my happy child
three-year-old fashionista
the love of my life
In the cold winter months my daughter and I don’t get to go outside as often as she would like. When we don’t have a car we just walk around the grounds of the apartment complex and explore. Her three-year-old fashion sensibility is always good for a laugh.
She stuffs her pockets with sticks, rocks, sand and other weird odds and ends that she finds lying around. When her pockets reach their load capacity, she resorts to stuffing my pockets with the aforementioned list above.
I could stop her, and I do try, but it never works and I just don’t have the heart to kill the joy of stuffing her dad’s pockets with whatever little “treasures” she finds. As long as it isn’t an old frozen piece of dog feces or parts of dead animals my pockets are fair game.
Butterflies, Cupcakes, and Moonboots
Spring is upon us
Flowers bursting with color
Even the fake ones
Denver Street Art
“You see something happening and you bang away at it. Either you get what you saw or you get something else–and whichever is better you print.” – Garry Winogrand
Garry Winogrand
weaknesses and flaws
repressed personality
hidden in shadow
light cannot reach here
the shadow is my dark-side
the wild unknown
the monster inside
a vision in a dream world
dark and exotic
disappear shadow
my everyday persona
protects me from you
Me and My Shadow
what’s your sleep number?
inner springs contour the skull
improvisation
I honestly can’t remember if I have shared this image on the blog yet, but this haiku came to me so I had to post it. I love these type of found moments. The serendipity of life. The fortuitous happenstance of stumbling upon a moment like this. Another reason I love photography.
Perception 
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