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Tag Archives: Portrait
Speaking with Alcoholics
walking aimlessly
speaking with alcoholics
talking about life
When I was in jail -15 years ago- I always told myself that I would just be happy with a little apartment, an easy chair and a cat. I got out, and I did that for a while. I ultimately ended up becoming an alcoholic shut-in with an unhealthy video game addiction and a couch full of cat hair. I changed my life then, I can change now.
Alone in a crowd
alone in a crowd
sifting my way through people
clicking the shutter
this is my Colfax
the two homeless men proclaimed
I love this city
I met Irish & Juan today while walking Colfax. Irish approached me while I was photographing some graffiti and tags on a nearby building. “You want to take a real picture?,” asked the disheveled and orange-bearded homeless man. He had to talk his friend into joining him for the photo. The Hispanic man was reluctant to pose, but Irish was adamant and eventually coaxed his friend into the frame. I happened to have a pocket full of dollar bills so I emptied my pockets and handed them $3 each. As I was leaving Juan said “Only on Colfax” while shaking his head from side to side.
With each social encounter that I force myself to endure, I feel my anxiety towards these face to face interactions slowly fading away.
Meeting Irish & Juan
loud conversation
carbon emissions rising
green transportation
Denver Street Photography
self-contained cocoon
conveyor-belt scenery
in the headphone zone
Riding the Rails
Up late, pushing towards graduation from Community College, so I can move on to bigger things. These are a few images that I wanted to share with you for another “on-going project” I’m working on. Again, a good number of my “projects” are basically ways I can categorize all the images my brain is telling me to capture. I snap the shutter on whatever camera I am using obsessively. I don’t hold back, and that results in having a large body of work to sift through and look for patterns. When I see a person sleeping in public, I marvel at their ability to just tune out the world around them and take a snooze. I imagine some of them are most likely drunk or have some sort of condition that causes them to just plop down and close their eyes. I couldnt sleep in public unless I passed out, I just wouldn’t feel safe sleeping in the middle of Downtown Denver.
Things are extremely hectic for me right now. The semester is winding down, tomorrow I have to get up in front of a small class and give a visual presentation on the issue of e-waste. Environmental Science is so damn depressing. Sociology too. Those classes are just killing my postive vibe. I say this to let you know, that I am not ignoring your comments or your blogs, I am just pre-occupied with a thousand different things. Working on my relationship with my 19 and 15 year old sons, taking care of my 3 year old daughter, being a college student, transitioning to a new school, transitioning to a new standard of living (within the next two years, we are going to completely blow up our lifestyle and hit the road), being a good partner to my girlfriend and working on our own relationship.. I don’t know how people have time for friendships, without completely sacrificing any time for themselves. My life is busy to say the least. I guess that activity is the key to longevity in life, at least I hope that is the case.
Sleepers
2:08 ante meridiem
Sound input through ear
Chosen not incidental
The white noise kills me
Not sleeping at all
Mesmerized by crazy world
Unproductive rut
Eyeballs behind dust
Irritated Irises
And droopy eye-lids
Procrastination
All the indecisiveness
I paralyze me
One more song to hear
Block out the reality
For a moment more
I’m not ready yet
Let me stay a little while
Just a moment more
Reality crash
Mortality disappoints
I will live and die
Seven Haiku
A blood splattered face
stranger in the crowd with a
sleeveless jean jacket
Denver Street Photography
Everywhere, Every Place
Inspired by George Ella Lyon
Everywhere, Every Place
I am from eyeglasses,
From blurred vision and vicious taunts
I am from the flawed recesses of society
(Sweaty with low self- esteem, we smell of desperation.)
I am from the yellow footprints
Which all Marines before me have stood upon
Each of them in search of their own identity
I’m from a case of beer and a pack of cigarettes
From Miller Lite and Marlboro
I am from fist fights
and lost causes
From dirty jail cells and hard metal bunks
I’m from crooked fingers and double vision
From the skewed vision that makes my head throb
I’m from hard work and hope
Dreams and goals
From proving the disbelievers false
I am from you, and you are from me
We are from everywhere and every place
All of us,
Decended from the same cell
From racism and bigotry
From wars and disease
From Ignorance and Advancement
Morphed and twisted into
What we have become
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