This weekend I found my self at a Dinosaur Jr. show, which was incredible. The mix of people there was great, balding men, families with kids, and of course the younger crowed that dreams of being part of a music scene as good as the early 90's. These two ladies were standing in front of me, they reminded me of being sixteen, and reminded me that I am almost ten years away from sixteen.

Believe it or not I have been shooting a lot, but I have been in the darkroom mostly. I had a minute to scan this morning, and thought I would add this image. For so long I have been editing down the information in my images; basically setting them up. But lately I have found that mode of working to annoy me and it has slowed down my work flow a lot. So, I have been just shooting what is there...avoiding my OCD like tendency to clear the room of clutter (which is always there) when I take an image.

This winter I have not been able to find the cash for 4x5 film and processing. In a way it is a good thing because it has broken me of my habits and made me pick up different format. These were made with a little digital point and shoot. I actually really love them. They are such a change from what I have been doing. Being able to carry the camera in my pocket and shoot at night was a great change.

I took this one a while ago and just revisited it today. I like it, a lot. This is my Subaru and I watching the sunrise this fall in VT.

There are some people in my life that I like to make images of over and over. Tara is one of them. I took this one after her long work day at Banana Republic, a job that she would rather not have. There is something torturous about knowing that you are a creative thinker that has to spend the day answering dressing room calls from those who are uninterested in your knowledge. There is a longing for a new opportunity that I see in T. A longing that I think she is not alone in having.

Frozen fish sticks and chicken nuggets, that's whats made here. "Real Home Style Goodness" is whats on the sign plopped on top of the factory.

The beauty of the waterfront in Portland is not exactly what you would be imagined by the common vacationer. There is still a heavy industrial feel to it. Ships come in with oil and coal and leave it for workers to push around and distribute to Southern Maine. In many ways I prefer this view to that of condo's, (those are the only two options these days for waterfront property).