Just click on that link. It’s a photo collection of my end days in this mysterious year. The transitional time, the strangest time, the best time: raw, oh phone grabs and your occasional good shot: not so much the photography, but the representation – what it is. What it is.
Winter is always a weird time. There’s early winter and late winter, which is all really just the same winter, but that doesn’t make spring seem any closer. These pictures are from early winter, roughly the past month, mid-December to mid-January. I had a lot of strange dreams during this time. I pondered the future. There was a night during which I strolled the beach alone and had some of my deepest realizations to date. I’m not sure if any of them mattered. I surfed, for what it’s worth when you’re doing so against the will of the ocean. There were a handful of adventures and misadventures, rum and friends, laughs lost on the wind and words in the moment. I wandered and explored, and I dwelled in my cave contentedly more night than one, with no obligations and the time on my platter in Big Bertha’s momma’s servings. I did what I pleased for a while and didn’t really think about it too much. It was a break of sorts, a vacation. If there’s really such a thing. Yeah, it was a little summer vacation – and damn man, it was a cold summer.
Here’s some abstract patterns and designs that I’ve made and formatted to roughly be phone backgrounds. So yeah, if you dig one of them go ahead and grab it – I find the easiest way is to just save the picture, email it to yourself, then open your email on your phone and download it. For you tech savvy individuals into efficiency, you may have a better way. Anyways, they were pretty fun to make and some of them look pretty sick on that lock screen view. Something to cheer up your January. Yeah….
Pictures from the past days, when there’s not really anything to look at. Strange times as 2013 became 2014 – though the world never really seems to notice the transition as much as we do. Aye, cruising around, lurking around; going here and there and pretending to have some kind of purpose all the while. Like cold invigorating breaths on the beach at night or wasting away in some coffee cave. A little fiesta in the air, hints of music around soft corners; vague dreams. That wind’s still blowing though. It’s been a cold summer….
Here are some half ass pictures that I’ve taken within the past week or so. They kind of chronicle my recent movements. I’m feeling uninspired as fuck at the moment.
But do check out this link for something slightly more worthwhile that I’ve been jamming to a good bit: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=fzi24Nssiow
that is all for now.