11.23.2009

11.22.2009

11.20.2009

paper cup telephone



its getting to be that time of year again
when words come in four-sided shapes
i think you know i'll wait here all day
and because of this, i wait here all day
but you don't know, do you babe
you don't even know you love me
not yet you don't

that's okay, I've always been keener than most
shouldn't stun me i'm keener than you
but boy, you best get wise
because my perfect eyes can look in all directions
they'll stay for now, fixated in your general direction
but don't blame me if i start to look away
it's the world, you know, that's made me this way
been showin me what love is my whole life

it's in the grass and the fog, my red hat, and my small hands
my favourite color and me asking yours
cutting hair and losing keys, i'll be shy for no reason
when i sing to you because it's the only time i can
be sincerely modest
i was never accused of modesty, only majesty
and i'd never want to accuse you of anything
but loving this hot mess too much

i had friends, my favourite friends
whose love i modeled my dreams after
but im getting too old for dreams and i'm finding
it easy to make real, not make believe
so stop living as your only reference
we exist within a beautiful context
so look up from your paper and take it all in
you ain't in it alone, you know, so forget what you thought you knew
you can only be discerned through
your relation to the the rest of us

so ask yourself, how great do you want to be?
because with me, the world could not fathom your grandeur
they wouldn't even want to
but you won't care
the only mind you need ease is your own
and if you're happy, baby, i'm happy.

I FOUND MYSELF HERE TONIGHT





happy accident, denver, 2009.

CITY PANO

TOO LONG TO PUT ON HERE

SO LOOK HERE: CITY PANO

SOMEWHERE TO PUT THE PAIN


















Denver, 2009

11.18.2009

NIGHTSWIMMING









Platte River, July 2009.

11.16.2009

I HAVE TO SAY SOMETHING










Ad campaign, 2009.

MAD WEATHER









Grant, considerably composed, second blizzard in DenCo, November 2009.

11.09.2009

FINISHED FICTION



i finally finished that book after 5 years of starting over...
this should sum it up.




Little solace comes
to those who grieve
when thoughts keep drifting
as walls keep shifting
and this great blue world of ours
seems a house of leaves

moments before the wind.

TWO






Franz & Ichabod, Halloween morning, Ichabod's birthday.

WHITE HOUSE BLACK HEART





3rd & Cherokee, October blizzard, just after dropping Teen Wolf off after lunch at Chiba Hut, 2009

PRIOR PORTRAITS



Work from the past 4-8 months... shots I sort of love...
This post continues to reinforce the thought of publishing a b ook of just hans photos...
That dork ends up in front of my camera more than anyone i know....












FICTION FOR HIRE






Reilly & Ichabod, 2009

10.09.2009

AMERICAN ARCHITYPES (REVISED)




the successes



the man



the gypsies

10.08.2009

MY ENTRYWAY







Hans & Jason, stoned.

9.22.2009

THE REST OF THE EDITORIAL... "THEM GLASSES IS PERSCRIPTION, FOO!!"















and... me.




this work was a comment on the the relationship between the observed and the observer. some people, or some photographers i should say, are incapable of establishing any discernable connection, let alone relationship, with their subjects... I, on the otherhand, am incapable of making an image of my subject without at least attempting to discover who they are.... this work is just a comment on my ability to control nearly every aspect of my subject (not in any totalitarian sort of way) but by picturing my subject in my glasses, my control extends to even the plane thru which my subject views me... in a way, they're seeing me through my eyes... as I would like to be seen...

but if you wanna stay 2 dimensional, its a fashion editorial about the inexplicably ever-classic ray ban wayfarer's and their comeback as a staple in all things stylish for the past 3-4 years. now that's profound.

9.17.2009

AT THE SHOP

















Theeese guys. Monday. September, Den Co.