Saturday, April 25, 2009
Thursday, April 23, 2009
Wednesday, April 22, 2009
My partner
I'd be lost without this woman.
At James' first Birthday party. Which Jae totally made happen. It was dark in there. The print of this is underexposed and yellowish. Corrected that some in GIMP.
Saturday, April 18, 2009
roll me over like a stone
Priscilla Becker
Blue Statuary
Instrumental
Carl Philips
Leada, After the Swan
matthew zapruder
matthea harvey
Siken
denise levertov
Li-Young Lee
anne sexton
Blue Statuary
Instrumental
Carl Philips
Leada, After the Swan
matthew zapruder
matthea harvey
Siken
denise levertov
Li-Young Lee
anne sexton
Saturday, April 11, 2009
1st Birthday
Today is James' 1st Birthday. Jae did a bang up job of organizing his first party. At the restaurant attached to the aquarium. Us, Priscilla, David, Lorraine, Mary and Max. Carrot cake with cream cheese icing, vanilla ice cream. James had macaroni and cheese. James got probably too many presents, many with a music theme. I believe all of them make noise of some kind or another. He still has a few to open, since there was a limit to what was reasonable to do at the restaurant. Jae and got him a combination xylophone/piano thingy.
The meal
Waiting for cake
Cake and ice cream
The meal
Waiting for cake
Cake and ice cream
Friday, April 10, 2009
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Taken on a Sunday morning meetup on UNM campus, March 8.
Hasselblad 500 C/M
Carl Zeiss 80mm
Kodak TMAX 400
Wednesday, April 08, 2009
Good partner
Jae had a critique group meeting last night. She dropped James and the car of here at work and her ride picked her up here. When James and I got home I found a lasagna and a six pack of Newcastle. Good woman.
Tuesday, April 07, 2009
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Taken on a Sunday morning meetup on UNM campus, back in March. It was great fun, guys.
First scan from a medium format negative with the scanner gifted to me by shadowbomb. Thanks!
Hasselblad 500 C/M
Carl Zeiss 80mm
Kodak TMAX 400
Monday, April 06, 2009
No choking, No drowing, Try to keep your shoes on
The rules we gave James when we took him out of his stroller on the banks of the Rio Grande.
Wednesday, April 01, 2009
There's water in the canyons
Nasty weather here.
Hold On Real Tight
There's water in the canyons
And rain up in the hills
There's a rushing in the rivers
And lovers stranded up at the old mill
Wrap your arms around your baby
Hold on real tight
Ward against the Devil's laughter
And the witching light
There's a wind in the willows
And the sun gutters like a torch
Shadows race across the prairie
And silouettes watch from the porch
There's rain on the tin roof
And the creaking of the swing
Two bodies warm the chill evening
Water in the gutter sings
Wrap your arms around your baby
Hold on real tight
Ward against the Devil's laughter
And the witching light
The old mill leaks like a sieve
And the roads are turned to mud
Wet hair hangs in her eyes
And rain pounds in your ears like blood
Wrap your arms around your baby
Hold on real tight
Ward against the Devil's laughter
Beware the thief in the night
There's water in the canyons
And rain up in the hills
There's a rushing in the rivers
And lovers stranded up at the old mill
Wrap your arms around your baby
Hold on real tight
Ward against the Devil's laughter
And the witching light
Hold On Real Tight
There's water in the canyons
And rain up in the hills
There's a rushing in the rivers
And lovers stranded up at the old mill
Wrap your arms around your baby
Hold on real tight
Ward against the Devil's laughter
And the witching light
There's a wind in the willows
And the sun gutters like a torch
Shadows race across the prairie
And silouettes watch from the porch
There's rain on the tin roof
And the creaking of the swing
Two bodies warm the chill evening
Water in the gutter sings
Wrap your arms around your baby
Hold on real tight
Ward against the Devil's laughter
And the witching light
The old mill leaks like a sieve
And the roads are turned to mud
Wet hair hangs in her eyes
And rain pounds in your ears like blood
Wrap your arms around your baby
Hold on real tight
Ward against the Devil's laughter
Beware the thief in the night
There's water in the canyons
And rain up in the hills
There's a rushing in the rivers
And lovers stranded up at the old mill
Wrap your arms around your baby
Hold on real tight
Ward against the Devil's laughter
And the witching light
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