my new statement:
"we'll. all. be. fine. breathe."

i had to remind myself that i will be fine this morning. a friend had to remind me that i will be fine in the afternoon. and i had to remind a friend that they will be fine this evening.

yes. these are some hard times. but everything always works out.



this is the kid i've nanny'd for the past 5 years of my life. and the phone woman is her mother, my boss times two, for the past 5 years. this is us celebrating her 11th birthday in october of 2008 at a latin concept restaurant inside a mall in Washington DC.

both photos were shot with a vintage hasselblad. the bottom photograph is mike at work in his camera repair shop. he's the only certified hasselblad technician in all of florida. his shop is a gorgeous work of art. there are cameras everywhere and books on photography. i want to start heading to orlando on the weekends to learn from him.

today i retrieved my 12'' x 12'' x 4'' square wood box for my submission to the next Vitale art show.

and exactly an hour ago i received a ticket for my front left headlight being out. funny thing. i just replaced my front right headlight a week and a half ago. at the end i cried. then he felt really terrible. especially when i pulled ahead thirty feet and parallel parked outside my friend's loft.

i love bike rides at night. these are the fruits of my labor. tampa at night:

today my sister had her high school chef competitions. she carved a watermelon into a flower for a centerpiece in 45 minutes.

my mentor lives. and stays. today was the first time my bank account ever in my life has been "negative zero".

and today was the day, i realized driving down the road, consumption. consume. consuming. that's my voice. that's what it is all about for me. in every sense of the word. but i must deliberate more.




a week ago i tried my damndest to convince myself that photo #2 was art. it's because the moment i saw it, i fell in love with it. i stared at it sporadically all day. guess what...i came to the conclusion that it is not art. it just buzzes the membranes behind my eyes and my collarbone just so. the kind of so that makes me want to live there forever. but it probably couldn't convince anyone else to live with me in the far dim corner of a flea market bookstore.

sad day. my photography mentor, and the one who inspired me to go back to school, decided to quit photography and he can no longer speak to me or anyone else in the photography field. his preacher told him so. to save his marriage.