Archive for the ‘Personal’ Category
Concept Still
I’ve been thinking lately that I want to make a short film. I used to make them back in my teens and even early twenties, but I haven’t made one in ages. I’m not sure what it will be about yet, but I’m experimenting with how I’d like it to look. Perhaps the story will develop from there. I think if it’s black and white I’d like it to look like this photo of Emily.
This Collage Life
Yeah yeah yeah…
I’m sitting in the living room listening to the new Yeah Yeah Yeahs album (Dar lent it to me though she barely just got it). The window is wide open but I’m boiling hot because I’m wearing EWBJ’s hoodie (he doesn’t even know it!) and am covered up with the throw my Mum tucked into my bag the other day. I’m thinking about 1 Corinthians 13 (someone read it aloud at church yesterday after we had crooned a Hank Williams song). Those two (yeah you know who) are in the kitchen cooking up a fish concoction, and I can’t wait to taste it. I’m patiently sipping cold tea (chocolaty chai!) and I am learning how to round corners in photoshop. I’m trying some new things just for the heck of it. The acoustic version of Hysteric comes on and I look down at this photo of Lisa and suddenly I am filled with so much optimism I might just burst. Doesn’t Lisa look optimistic? Thank goodness life isn’t boring.
Texture Time
I’ve been really inspired by my favourite graphic designers and photographers laying textures over their work. I’ve experimented with it in the past, but I thought I would try some simple textures over some shots I took on my Mum’s birthday.
Alisa?
Lisa pointed out that her name plus Ali’s name equals my name. This pleases me because I LOVE Ali and Lisa. Heck, it’s overdue that they show up on this blog. So here they are. Ali on the left, Lisa on the right. I shot these (impromptu) on Thursday evening as GLORIOUS sunlight was pouring into my living room.
Grace
This is my brother Curt. When we were kids we fancied ourselves ninjas. We ran around with black t-shirts pulled over our heads and spied on unsuspecting family members. Once I jumped off the lazy-boy and karate kicked him right in the stomach. It knocked the wind out of him pretty good, but he was gracious about it. He’s also pretty gracious about being in photos. I shot the above photo on Easter in my parent’s backyard while he was having a smoke.
This is the first photo I can ever remember taking. I took it of Curt on the night of his 8th birthday party. I remember telling him to pretend he was drowning in the wrapping paper. I think he did a pretty good job.
All Growed Up!
