Biographical update:
Got back from roadtrip, developed film, scanned film, still editing / working on project.
Snow started falling Jake and I started to take advantage of snow with the snow sports. I started to shoot the sequel to Colonized Waterways, and then I broke my knee.
5 months and 6 sheets of 4×5 later I was back on my feet (actually foot) in P.T. and am now back on the road. I’ve spent the last two weeks in a combo of DC and NYC and next week head off to the (northern part) of the south. I will be spending the next two months living with Sarah on the road. So I was planning on showing allot of things. Then I realized that most of those projects were one off’s. Essays in the grand photojournalist tradition. Here is a list of everything new for you to look at. I’m not going to waste time and look for comments on whats done.
(In chronological order)
Sister(ongoing)
As you can see I have a shit ton of eggs in differing baskets. I have this “family” project, which is unyieldingly straight forward. A political “project” which I have been starting to get seriously interested in with thoughts of shooting actual government, and also photographing more extremist political things. There is also the twice westward project which I will be shooting for during these two months with Sarah, also our underwear work will be getting done. And then when I’m home I will get back to shooting the river. Which I may post soon? I will probably wait till I’m back in Oregon and actively working on it.
so guess what? I guess I’m a photojournalist. Being that all I do is essays. Meh “Art” needs institutional designation for definition so I guess I would rather be a rogue journalist with no ethics?
anyway no more talk. Here are the “good” pictures I took with a view camera and a broken knee. What’s that? Oh yeah I’m a hardcore mother fucker.
Father arrives home with new plants.
Mother does the annual washing of the outdoor art.
Dogs thinking that someone has come home early.
Dogs sleeping on my laundry.
Dog snot on the carpet.
Batteries from PS3 controller rolled off table in the afternoon.
So yeah. A couple things you will notice / not see. I’m not going to post anything finished on here anymore. Everything will be crude. You want finished go look at my website.
I am super unsure about these pictures. This stuff is way out of my comfort zone. They are exceedingly quiet and autobiographical. I’m not much one for diaries (although I constantly photograph my dogs).
Speaking of which I wish my dog pictures were as good as Tony Mendoza’s.
GO!








The ceiling fixture in their house was really ugly, it’s good that they replaced it. The company that replaced the fixture was mostly staffed by immigrants. Poppy being an immigrant loves to talk about how hard they work compared to my generation of kids of “entitlement” who will “never work a real day in our lives.” The immigrant experience is the cornerstone of his criticism of me.
Birdy and Poppy like to pool walk, it’s a social thing they say. They have a routine where they usually go in at a certain time and they befriend each other. When I arrived they wanted to pool walk and I got there rather late in the day so there was a completely different crowd and kids. They love to complain about how much they don’t like the noise kids make. It’s funny how not typically old they usually are then they drop something like that. Oh those damn noisy kids and their noise. I think it’s because they now surround themselves with other old people.
Poppy reads the newspaper. He actually reads six or seven in many languages. He reads most of them on the computer. It’s funny because Birdy really doesn’t read the paper anymore. But she watches the news and complains about the lack of news on there. Those can be fun arguments when we get into that.





Rearranging the antiques after the installation of the new light fixture in the kitchen. Poppy likes everything just so so he took pictures of how things were arranged before the work was done. Poppy stood by yelling at grandma to make sure all the items were placed at pleasing angles. It was funny, they act just like the honeymooners yelling sarcastically with the immediacy of two people hard of hearing. 
Rabbit in the front lawn. Birdy didn’t believe me when I told her that it was there. During the winter they hide apparently because the birds of pray fly down from the mountains.
























