Long exposures. Long overdue.
For some reason, I forgot to post these… They’re really old now. Sorry.
NIKON D700 and 24.0-70.0 mm f/2.8 shooting f/4.0, 915 s, ISO 400 at 24 mm. Taken at 2009:11:15 00:08:52
And one more after the jump.
Archived entries for Photography
A stroll through Central Park
Once I spent my last dime, and counted the ratio of miles to time, I looked up to my disdain and my surprise. I had driven my car around the world, ended back in the town with the girl, so I wrote a book called Life in Prison: Volume 1.
Avett Brothers
Leaves are changing. When it starts, I forget about San Diego and perfect 72 degree weather all year long. About a week into it, I’m over it and cold. In a month, I’ll be cursing myself for leaving the house with just 5 layers.
Continue reading…
Love, Life, and Index Cards
In the spirit of Indexed (one of my favorite blogs–if you don’t read it, you need to RSS it right now), I decided to do this blog posts with index card photos to help elucidate my point.
1) Girls are looking older while I’m getting older.
In photos: 10 best South Africa moments + some.
My ten favorite South Africa moments in photos:
1. Khayelitsha. Being my third trip to Africa, I was hardly shocked at the poverty that can be found in particular areas; however, something you will absolutely never get used to is the astounding optimism of the people who live there. The resilience. The will to continue on in the face of overwhelming odds. It’s amazing. Don’t let the shantytowns fool you–the people living inside are as colorful and bright as the tin panel walls that shield them.
Townships.
We might be poor, but we’re proud.
Nothing can really give the full emotional spectrum like seeing extreme poverty. In terms of quality, the poverty in South Africa is not nearly as bad as the poverty in parts of Uganda; however, in terms of quantity, it’s unfathomable. Along the highway, there’s just layer after layer of tinroof, shanty-esque homes–rolling into the smoggy mountains, until it just starts to turn into a sea of rusty poverty
Still, nothing can give you hope like meeting and talking to the people inside and seeing human optimism at it’s finest, witnessing how a home is more than just a building, and seeing the resilience of people (as one described to us) who might be poor but still proud–proud of who they are an unwilling to give into overwhelming opposition.
As sad as it makes me, nothing can make me as happy as playing with those kids. I have more photos, but here’s a small taste for now:
Fredster is hot.
When she’s near, the New Year’s here, and there is not a resolution that I can’t do.
- 1/3 Nickel Creek + 1/5 Switchfoot = 100% Awesome [↩]
I Have A Big Head And Little Arms…
First, watch this clip if you haven’t seen Meet The Robinsons:
Ok. Cool… Now the title makes sense and you can see the rest of my photos from the natural history museum in New York.