Experiments

Experiments in perception and consumption.

Flowering

Flowers are the pretty things we walk past, put on caskets, pin to lapels chill, cut and trade. over the course of a few weeks i shot all these flowers in the shadow of downtown Los Angeles, as everyone kept coming and going. For the show I paired the photos with obituaries found in the LA Times, day the photos were taken.

Beautiful::Decay

The waiting... is the hardest part

It's uncomfortable, physically, mentally, emotionally. Sunrise is easier, as the day brightens and warms (mostly). Also there's the time, when you don't know if you should be where you are, if the light will turn out, if the clouds will move just the right way. Away from the camera timing is important as well, waiting for the right time, not waiting, to move, to buy, to start or end or carry on, waiting for the right moment to present itself.

Reelection

Riding Mountain National Park, Manitoba, Canada.

Tradition and complexity. Tradition struggles to maintain. Complexity to add. Is it any surprise as the population of our fair country has grown the need for a ever increasing level of of complexity to our tradition of transitioning power has also increased? A choir of whispers magnified over 300 million times. This thought reminds me of one of the best definitions of technology, "Technology is anything invented after you were born." Tradition is what we have always done, and complexity is the change those born after bring too it.

The history of everything

In 1999 I got my first digital camera. Shortly after came the conclusion that the number of images that could be taken was functionally limitless. When in the history of life on earth has it been possible to keep everything that catches your eye? Even more what can we learn from what we choose to keep? So I let myself.

700,000+ captures and still trying to find out.

This photo was found one morning. After leaving Price George, BC in the pouring rain and fading light I stopped in this little campground. Alone in the rain i cooked a little, read and went to sleep. The next morning i put on some cloths, happened to grab my camera, and had a look around the campground. I found this moment, 5 min later the light was gone and the clouds had covered over. but this moment, and light and still water was found and kept.

This location from space, note the dock.

Listening is the key to seeing

Patters in the machine

I was looking at an indented outline a co-worker was creating today and all I could see was this spindly construction of information. Coded in orientation, and structure but just a veneer over the underlying binary machine code that existed in a structure our minds can barely understand, without the hints and clues of the bullets and spacing and orientation, yet the obviousness of the structure would be lost on anyone not trained in english and nearly opaque as that machine code to someone trained in japanese who had never seen a western language.

Mind blow, I tried to be productive the rest of the day.

There is no privacy on the Internet

Think before you type, rethink before you hit post. Oh and check the settings for sharing.

That's all for now.

So it begins, again

(re)Launching my blog, new URL, don't ask, and fresh start. I wish i could find a simple template that would do what i want it to do, but saving that I will start uploading content (mostly photos) and figuring out how to make it do what I want to do.