Sunday, January 31, 2010
Saturday, January 30, 2010
Friday, January 29, 2010
Thursday, January 28, 2010
27 of 365-The Forgotten
Getting cold out here...tourists are thinning out...people act like they don't see you....Hey! You! You see me?
Tuesday, January 26, 2010
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zoriah_photojournalist_war_photographer_haiti_earthquake_port_au_prince_earth_quake_20100119_1078, originally uploaded by Zoriah.
don't let someone else tell you how to be, well, you. (EXPLORED #1 FP!!!)
don't let someone else tell you how to be, well, you. (EXPLORED #1 FP!!!), originally uploaded by au tum n..
not mine....brilliant
Monday, January 25, 2010
I am an island unto myself. A bitter, angry, lonely miserable fuck of an island.
(overheard cell phone conversation on bus,)
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Friday, January 22, 2010
22 of 365: Hurry up and wait...
The view from my current window, whilst waiting for a band to start soundcheck
Thursday, January 21, 2010
what the frak?
Heard about a major entertainment exec complaining that NOT meeting Lady Gaga was a MAJOR disaster. He then went on to demand the status of the upcoming Haiti telethon.
Later found out he garnered Lady Gag's digits....and that of her moms.
Does this person have a SHRED of decency/shame/common sense?
Apparently not.
I weep for the world I work in.
Later found out he garnered Lady Gag's digits....and that of her moms.
Does this person have a SHRED of decency/shame/common sense?
Apparently not.
I weep for the world I work in.
Wednesday, January 20, 2010
Tuesday, January 19, 2010
Monday, January 18, 2010
Sunday, January 17, 2010
17-of-365
Why do they make vegetable dumplings so damn green?
Canon 5D with SuperTakumar 55 f/1.8 on a Fotodiox Pro adaptor with focus confirmation.
Saturday, January 16, 2010
Friday, January 15, 2010
Lord, please give Your Strength to those that need it...
http://lens.blogs.nytimes.com/2010/01/14/pictures-138/
I've been finding myself constantly watching the coverage of what's going on in Haiti. I'm on the web looking at articles and images of the devastation. I find myself captivated by the accounts of the ongoing suffering and sorrow. I rejoice when they actually find people underneath the rubble. I found myself crying at the sight of a father weeping for his child.
I've done this before. 9/11, the Tsunami in Thailand, Typhoons in the Philippines...Disasters and suffering.
It's sad, but it puts things into perspective for me. Suddenly, things aren't so bad. Fine, I have a job that isn't exactly saving the world, but I'm good at it. Sometimes it seems as if it is lacking in the luster it first had, but I'm doing what I love. In the city that I love. Haiti has been decimated. I should be flogged for complaining.
So I'm not financially stable. I do have a roof over my head and food on the table. My dog and cat eat well. I have running water at my beck and call. I control electrons with the flick of a switch to power my toys. I carry around a dSLR worth more than a year's worth of pay for some of the Haitians. Hit me with a brick if I complain.
My Family (the one I was born into) is fractured. We're not close anymore. Painful in and of itself, but more so when the causes can be traced to decisions/actions I made. My father and I don't speak, but at least he isn't crushed under a pile of concrete. My Sister, while her apartment is a slum with no heat/hot water, she at least has a roof over her head and doesn't sleep in fear of being crushed in her sleep. I know where they are, they know where I am. There's no wondering if they're still alive...if they're in pain...
The Family (the one I chose) is at least all together. So what if I haven't had sex with the Woman in a year. So what if the Boy is autistic. They're here with me...alive and healthy. They are here in the morning to yell at me to wake up, to tell me to bring the vacuum up/downstairs, to remind me to take out the garbage....I don't know if I could bring myself to a mass grave site to try and sift through the piles of victims looking for my child. I just don't have the stones.
Something in me wants to help. We all do...but I want to DO something other than write a check... I want boots on the ground...digging out. I have no skills in this area. I'd probably be a hindrance. But texting to donate 10 bucks just seems like a way for people to help without it having to interfere with their lives. Shit, these people lost everything...you can put down your 12 dollar latte, pick up your 200 dollar iPhone loaded with every App from the AppStore, and text.
I'm stricken with grief for Haiti. I pray She stays strong.
My little craptastic piece of the world has become more precious. Yours should too.
Thursday, January 14, 2010
Wednesday, January 13, 2010
okay...so some thoughts on the new year
Okay, so its 2010, and everyone promises to do something different this year.
Fine.
This year I will quit smoking. On my birthday. So, the day before I will smoke so much I plan to make myself sick. THEN, I'll quit.
I will try to wrestle the beast that is debt. I will try to keep to a budget to do so.
I really want to take a picture that's worth more than a passing glance.
I want to create a flawless live mix that holds up to critical listening.
I want my boy to look up to me, instead of fear me.
I want the Woman to remember who it is SHE is, so that we can get back to what WE are.
I want my Dad to forgive me.
Will all this happen? Maybe not. Maybe other things will happen that will make these things seem insignificant.
Who knows? It IS a new year.
So...thanks 2009, its been real.
BTW. I still want my flying car.
Tuesday, January 12, 2010
11 of 365
Wow, only 11 images into 365, and already I'm thinking of bagging...
But anyway...a favorite in these hard economic times.
Monday, January 11, 2010
I feel like this most times
just wanted to sneak in one last one from Sunday.
I think I'm addicted to these old manual lenses....
I think I'm addicted to these old manual lenses....
Sunday, January 10, 2010
Saturday, January 9, 2010
Friday, January 8, 2010
7/365
Day 7 was a complete wash for my little Project 365. I'll tell you why: my vacuum died. I ghetto rigged it to live another day, but I'm gonna have to bite the bullet and buy parts for the bugger soon.
Amazing how easy these Dyson vacuums come apart. Everything's plastic, and just snaps right off. Wonder why they're so damn expensive.
Anyway...I'm really digging this picture, even tho its not mine. It will have to do for now.
Amazing how easy these Dyson vacuums come apart. Everything's plastic, and just snaps right off. Wonder why they're so damn expensive.
Anyway...I'm really digging this picture, even tho its not mine. It will have to do for now.
Thursday, January 7, 2010
Wednesday, January 6, 2010
Monday, January 4, 2010
2/365
So I've started to do a Project 365. I was on Day 3 and already stumped.
Keep up with it here
http://www.flickr.com/photos/eeeksnyc/sets/72157623007290239/
btw...the Duke pic isn't part of the 365...he was just purty....
Man this is gonna suck so hard. But then again, it might not.
Keep up with it here
http://www.flickr.com/photos/eeeksnyc/sets/72157623007290239/
btw...the Duke pic isn't part of the 365...he was just purty....
Man this is gonna suck so hard. But then again, it might not.
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