Do not be fooled people, you can do big things with little tools...

Liz Lemon aka the muscle behind Triangle Blvd posted up at one of their many territories: morning times

Josh gets ready to shoot Of Color...in a tunnel...

Same space, new jams. Can't lie though I miss Addison Walk...

Some people are more cut out for the ugly monkey than others...3 pair of sunglasses and a flying biscuit later, Nicole seemed to be recovering. It was a great night though hanging with Preston and crew at the Clarion!

It's been a while, but my photoj setup is out and rockin today! Large coffe and two large camera bodies..

This is the closest I got to the U2 clusterf*uck

Blog is back! Thanks to a new iPhone and new gimmicky Best Cam App!

I grabbed a drink  with  Ted yesterday at this country bar in the middle of nowhere. Max and Mini-Ted were along for the ride. I asked Michael, Ted’s son, “Hey bud what’d you do today?”

His response: “Play.”

This is all just a game, it’ll work itself out in the end.

The thing I miss the most about the newspaper is my co-workers. Luckily, I’m still logging some quality time with my people still aboard that ship. One of those people (pictured) would like to remain anonymous.  Clue: He drives a deal-mobile and his name rhymes with snack bagel. 

birthday blog

May 9, 2009

 

My early retirement tour of the country continues. I decided to spend my birthday visiting my brother (seen at left in this photo) in Jacksonville, Florida. I arrived at 7 a.m. via Amtrak, a train ride I hope to repeat in the near future. He said it was the first ‘really’ nice day for hitting the beach this year. It was an incredible day. Florida gets a bad rap, people.

Sunday was my first day back in Raleigh, and of course we had a little jam session to break me back in. Jacob, our fill-in guitarist who basically turned into a prodigy over the last few months, kicked off his boots. Addison Walk is laying low for the next few months but we’ll be back in full effect next fall! In the meantime…anyone wanna start a band? 

Sun is a scarcity in Seattle. This little dog seemed just as happy to see it as I was. 

gasworks

Gasworks park is one of my favorite places in America.  The fact that a city that takes a HUGE chunk of prime waterfront real estate and preserves it as a public park (perfect for kite flying) is just one of the reasons I love Seattle.

super machine

I saw this typewriter in a thrift store in Seattle’s uber-hip Ballard neighborhood. Nothing really special about it but I liked that the storeowner had typed “I’m a super machine. I write in black and white.” I’m fascinated with the notion that the faster digital technology races along, the faster the popularity of vintage technologies grows.

 

While I’m on the topic, all the photos on this blog (minus the first post shot by Ethan) are shot with my Original iPhone, enhanced with a “Helga” (holga-type) feature in the affordably priced CameraBag app. Try it, it’s addictive. 

I sat down in a Seattle coffee shop to work on grant proposals. This cup of coffee lasted through about 30 minutes of research before I got distracted. Seattle is where I lived when I first delved into photography and this trip helped me remember why I love taking pictures in the first place. 

twilight

This trip I have spent a lot of time thinking about my future. Ironically, I spent the night in an isolated town sunk deep in the past. Fork, WA is the setting for the popular “Twilight” book series, which somehow I have managed to avoid hearing about. Craigslist may have helped kill newspapers on the mainland, but in Fork there appears to be no need for such modern hassles.

hurricane ridge

By Saturday, I was as far as you can be from North Carolina: Hurriance Ridge in Washington’s Olympic Peninsula.  With my heavy cameras now a thing of the past, most of the trip was documented with my Canon G10 or, in the case of this blog, my “Original” iPhone camera.

awakening

I woke up to start my new life just how I had imagined it: alone in the hayloft of an Alamance County dairy farm.  Friends gathered there the night before to bid adieu to my newspaper career far from the distractions of city lights.