american made

Jipsi Jenny had a show at the Temptor lofts in downtown STL. I was trying out a new camera, playing around with focus and color.  I'm pretty pleased with some of the results...

across no man's land

this visitation is but to whet my almost blunted purpose
    - May 11th: fashion photography

   ~P.K.

Fan Srancisco

 




 


 
On the last day of November two thousand ten, I arrived in San Francisco at 3 am, slept in the back of a sports utility vehicle with three others, awoke at 7:30 am, drove to a coffee shop, and spent the rest of the day experiencing. Went back to sleep at 1 am, only to wake up again at 3am for a 14 hour drive to Portland, Oregon.

appalachian dreams

Perhaps more of a travelogue than a proper sequence, some images from last fall at the only major national park with free admission, (a beckon to any amateurs looking to plump up their portfolio) Great Smoky Mountains National Park. This is truly unique, very old country that makes it near impossible to capture anything mediocre — these required nary a bead of sweat from my own brow, rather from my tools'.

dorm life

You're a Skyscraper

I've been a long time going through sixteen-hundred-plus images from San Francisco, and I think this will be the swansong for that trip's assemblage of exposures. I'm hoping there was some enjoyment on your part of this whole deal, going through these sets with me. If you didn't enjoy yourself, though, you can piss right off, because I had a great time. Hah. You should be used to the next part:

(makes you wanna say your prayers)

The St. Louis Japanese Festival at the Missouri Botanical Gardens was awesome as usual, and I've only been to the opening day so far. Mayor Slay was there for the kagamiwari: the ritual of smashing a giant barrel of sake open with hammers, and then dishing it out. And so it came to pass that the mayor of St. Louis poured me a drink. I'll be mentioning that at parties for a long time.


Oh! There were many cool things, but the Taiko drummers stole the event for me. I just set my camera on rapid exposure and held down the button. How's that for technique? I guess it's more like carpet bombing than sniping, but the St. Louis Osuwa Taiko ensemble put on a non-stop flawless show to a packed crowd (I cowered at the back) so I'd go so far as to say you can't blame me. Anyway, click that break link below to see a full sequence of the sound and the fury in photographic form.

Stop it.

Jump on that link below for the full sequence. Cheers.

so stark

open call for prison architects

I've got so many sequences sitting here waiting to be sorted... I don't know exactly how they'll play out, but I do know they'll go quite a long way. I suppose next week will be strict abstracts the way this sequence ends, but for now, why don't you give these a good stare. I found some of the best bars in the Bay Area.

ride it out

I got into a serious photo binge in the last few days, still fixated on simple shapes and texture. Not much to say, really, check out the latest under the jump break.

Nostalgia

It is summer. What is interesting is while small amounts of water appear clear, large amounts seem blue. In addition, small amounts of atmosphere appear clear while large amounts resemble blue. Should we say water is blue, or is the correct color of water clear? How will the children color clear?
I am enjoying cool toned photographs as of late. I have always been a warm tone kind of guy... interesting.

come on in.

Part One of Three.

I love lines.

Out of Reaches, Out of Scenery

Times are rough for my camera. Things are getting a little... dusty. Disuse is a cruel thing to make a camera bear, but I'm a cruel person anyway. Here are some photos, some old, one or two new.

I need to sleep.

I find myself self-assured, and dressed in funny clothes.

Time has been moving almost depressingly fast. At the discovery that I had nothing new to advertise, I journeyed out and had a little night shoot.

There's still some rust to be shaken off of my good old self, so let's call this my winter warm-up roll. Don't get me wrong, I really do like these photos, but I'm still a long way from home.

Story of an Uninteresting Event.

All the Old Familiar Places.

Went on an expedition through a closed mall. There were no security guards, so I did not punch anything in the face, and then run. I jest. Security guards require hoagies - not violence. (Seriously, if you're somewhere you shouldn't be, and it's fairly harmless trespassing, e.g. a not chemical plant or an also not military base, carry sandwiches.)




Moved through the back halls, made a few T2 references, and then found a few images around some familiar stomping grounds. Even attempted a remix of an old family favorite.








It's hard to believe that this is the place.

Vague Spaces

It has been some time since I posted something new, but last I checked, no one seemed to mind, so let's right back to it, as I have been out and about, pack slung across shoulder bones.


Last productive digital shoot was at the St. Louis Botanical Garden's Japanese Festival. It was kind of a nice day, I guess.

Troy Will Prevail

I happen to like the sickly verdant splashes and the gray-blue skies.

Not much remarkable here save the these were taken between 1:14 and 1:42 in the morning, but the credit for that feat is shared between the beast camera and my grandfather's super-decent tripod.