oh, places

you could say i've been around the past couple of weeks.




i wish they came out better. the limitations of this camera are becoming more and more apparent the more i use it. it takes some forethought in order to coax a decent photo out of it. it's a good thing the bad shots can be so charming, i guess.

here's Experimental Aircraft with Upper East Side:

catching up

i've been m.i.a. recently. i could give a million excuses, but the facts are i don't carry my camera around with me as much as i need to and i have homework and i have books to read and i have parties to attend and i have bills to pay and i have food to eat and i have band practice to go to and...


here's Weekend with the song Youth Haunts:

i suck

this camera is simple; brutally simple, even. here's a gag reel of sorts.

too dark:


way too dark:


horribly out of focus:


3 wasted shots. UGHHHHHHHHHH.

here's the Radio Dept. with Your Father:

went for a walk

it was still plenty cold out, but the pretty, golden sheen that the sun threw over everything made it hard to resist a stroll.

i must have spent a good hour just walking, not taking a single picture, but thinking about what changes the past few months had brought. thankfully, i ran into these guys before my mind went totally adrift:


i heard them before i saw them. they were laughing hard. one of them had just sideswiped a tree while hurrying down the pitch in their makeshift sled. i asked to take a snapshot and the smallest of the two instantly stamped up the cant, wisps of warm air pluming from his face. he waited at the top for a few seconds - brimming with all the pluck that comes natural to boys his age - before casually shoving himself down. i took two shots, kept this one and gave them the other.


it's hard to remember what worry felt like at that age. it's a shame. the pains of being stalwart in the face of responsibility and emotion can so easily overshadow the wonderful nothingness of adolescence. the trick to feeling young forever (i think) is to be foolhardy with both your words and affection. fall hard and fall often.

here's a song from The Pains of Being Pure at Heart called Teenager in Love.

50-cent wells

this is what they do to your bedroom:


not one of my finest nights; getting blitzed and ambling around with a gaggle of ladies is always nice, though.

on a better note, as soon as i woke up i saw this:


the sun's a welcome change from the snowy hell that's been dragging across northern Texas recently.

Here's a song from Girls called Carolina: