Beautiful Women

So beautifully easy to photograph.

Bombus and Me

A friend that lives in my window sill.

Sunshine Sproutin' Through the Trees

What Secrets Lie in Trees.

Cherry Blossom.

Oh my, Snow.

Here are some photos of the Blizzard of 2010. It was great, and I'm not being sarcastic at all. Homage to my roots, towards the end.

Snow

It snowed. Yes it did. More snow and photos to come.

Interview with Ralph Lombrelia

A few months ago I interviewed Ralph Lombreglia for the Scholar. It was one of the first assignments I was given. He's an under the radar kind of writer that follows the current fashionable style of storytelling: instead of developing a plot or characters, you set up a scene, roll with it for a little while and then end abruptly. At first, I was always severely dissatisfied with these sorts of stories. I wanted something profound. I wanted an epiphany or realization at the end. Lombrelia's story "Unrippable" changed my perspective in a way. I didn't even think it was written with an exceedingly large amount of grace or poise, but rather that it was simple, unimposing, and more closely resembled the majority of life than the old-fashioned, climatic alternative to storytelling. It made me think: what about the stories behind the everyday, the subtle, the somewhat mundane? The story behind a crisis, a love, or a epiphany are so obvious. Aren't the times between love or after crisis important too? Aren't they worth telling? I'm still not completely sure. Read my interview, and read "Unrippable" and let me know.

Here and There.

First Snow


Where South Meets North


Tampa


Tampa

DC 1

On the Road

I'm done with my job in Northern California with the spotted owl, and now I'm on the road with a good friend for the next month. I don't know how much time I will have to post pictures on the way, but they will all make it up here sooner or later.

Cherice and I started in San Francisco and drove east to Yosemite where the sky was hazed with wildfire, and the people's voices were all heavy with European accents. We glided through the redwoods with our hands out the windows, and up the Oregon coast where the land dramatically met the moody Pacific ocean. The final destination is Washington, DC, where I'm doing an internship with The American Scholar.

We're currently in Portland hanging out with two good friends, drinking spirited but bad beer (Hamm's and Dale's), and eating good food. The currently itinerary is Portland, Olympic NP, Seattle, Glacier NP, Yelllowstone NP, Fort Collins/Rockies, Omaha, Chicago, NYC, DC. We have three weeks ahead of us filled with lots of good laughs and new experiences.