7/31/09

In red or black or rusted yellow

So I'm selling my motorcycle to raise money for a vehicle.

More accurately a truck.

(Specifically a Toyota.)

One that will say "YO" on the back.


My 8 year old self would think I am so cool.

7/26/09

Lakai

I like this video so much I have plans to rip it off in the bro–vid* Trace and I are making.



Also, my friend Allison wrote a blog post that mentions me. And I thought I'd pass it along cause everyone is down for me, right?

*It's more then likely that this bro–vid will never exist. Be a boy can dream, no?

7/24/09

What it's like to be a girl.

When I'm shooting people I periodically ask them to hold my camera. Sometimes it's because I need to get to a different position, sometimes it's because I have to get something from the car.

When I leave the camera with someone unattended the temptation often proves too great and they inevitably* take a few photos.

Only after I upload the photos on my computer do I see their transgression.


It's kind of like a fun surprise.


Anyway, this is what I imagine it's like to be a girl.

*I would too.

6/23/09

The Plan

This is the plan so far.

I'm going to start saving up for a car. Preferably a Saab, but I fully intend to buy a car that runs well first and looks good second. So we'll see.

After the car purchase I'm going to save all the money I can. Once I've got 2 - 3 thousand in the bank I'm going to quit my job and become a wedding photographer full time.

Right now I have a very low overhead. Rent, food, gas & insurance + little stuff.

So to get by I really only need one wedding a month. How hard will it be to get that? I have no idea, but I'm willing to try.

The worst thing that can happen is that I'll run out of money and have to move home and get a real job.

The best thing that can happen is that I'll never have to have a real job again and I'll get to sleep in a lot more.

So if you want wedding photos like these and 1. live in Utah or 2. are willing to fly me out. Let me know.

I'm just so damn daring it blows my mind.

5/27/09

Guarded

While talking to Trace the other night it came up that I'm a pretty guarded person. While I'd not really pondered the topic much before, it was instantly clear to me that it was true.

I'm sure there are many reasons why I'm pretty closed off to the general public, but a big reason is because I just don't respect people who wear their heart on their sleeve.

It's not like I don't respect people who are more open then I am, but it sometimes seems like genuine, real pain and 15-year-old-boy-angst is properly distilled.

5/2/09

Moving out

It sweet.

But listen. It's Saturday, and I don't have anything to do. WTF.