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.

sneakin an creepin... more collage: no series, just excerpts.

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.

There's a Chief Investigator Standing in the Middle of the Street.

I promised nightmares would come. My cup runneth over.

In this horrordream I drifted from images of simple souls trapped in horrortableaux to dark things that lived there of their own accord. As I drifted from one character to the next, some part of my mind said (In that silent dream speech you never hear, but immediately understand):

These are your possible futures. After all, your future is in your hands, but your hands are frail, and incapable. Your lot lies with this grim deck. You will bleed into this minor arcana.

THE FAMILY MAN.

THE RENAISSANCE MAN.

THE RECLUSE.

SLOTH.

THE MUSICIAN.

THE THINKER.

THE CHRONIC MASTURBATOR.

THE SENTINEL.

And then it ended.

Story of an Uninteresting Event.