Was a great competition, got a few good shots, but I'm not overly pleased with all them.
Tons of kids showed up to this thing....was some good times.
I on the other hand got myself a rather nice sun burn.
Overall was a lot of fun.
Sunday, June 22, 2008
Saturday, June 21, 2008
Raining.....again
Ya its raining again....Im starting to feel like Im home in Vancouver again....I've got the Pinz and Needlez skate competition shoot tommorrow, but its not going to happen if the weather doesnt improve....So lets hope it clears up for us.
Unlike my mother in law I am no poker pro, nor guru....However I had a victory tonight. I was playing a freeroll on full tilt for play money chips. I came in 1st with over 100,000 and maintained over 50,000 the whole game. I was against 90 people and schooled house and took names....was fun. Only gave me 7,200 play money chips, but I figure I might try it on for size again tommorrow.
I'm starting to run out of photos, so Im gonna have to get to work with it here soon....Here are a few kicking around.
Unlike my mother in law I am no poker pro, nor guru....However I had a victory tonight. I was playing a freeroll on full tilt for play money chips. I came in 1st with over 100,000 and maintained over 50,000 the whole game. I was against 90 people and schooled house and took names....was fun. Only gave me 7,200 play money chips, but I figure I might try it on for size again tommorrow.
I'm starting to run out of photos, so Im gonna have to get to work with it here soon....Here are a few kicking around.
Friday, June 20, 2008
Thursday, June 19, 2008
Gothic Mecca
I have dug up this brilliant little piece which I have just finished writing. As with most rants as some would call them, its no where near finished, but beautiful.
Gothic Mecca
To mortar a wall in envy is to create a border of deceit, a fantastic cultural optimism. There is a rhythm unscripted into each and everyone of use in which uses capitalism to suppress the power no one is left to have. A power so deep carrying with it the honor that once bestowed man, desecrating itself with each born generation. Obliterated dust becomes the last breath among the horizons of seeing eyes. See what not is there, but what exists between two who can no longer see. It’s a remembrance between the iron of a bullet and the sound of a splashing sea. Once upon some time there were vast quantity of lovely little ironic creatures, cowering beneath the shoreline, brought a dug up by the victimless man. Creatures that held such wonders like the concept of positivist and rightceousness, the things that were raped and pillaged by the people who thought they knew it all.
Tranquility was only a fascist continuation of what would never again once exist in the lives of the departured. Hold on! What was a moments peace worth if it couldn’t be fought for? A delicate balance in tune with the ultimate challenge of a successful lifetime, written in a path that doesn’t have any more presence then dust. Not unlike the grit between your teeth walking through the desert or a sweaty scalp of seething burning.
Countless nights of wandering through the empty maze of the little trauma tics that create the make up of a human being. Riding against the dying of the light trying to make it past nowhere, to find exactly the wrong questions that were asked. People can’t fathom the intelligence of what it takes to go from one edge to the next. Most can’t even comprehend the meaning behind their actions from daily chores to the very complex decisions they make in grocery shopping. It really isn’t all that funny anymore to start walking with a carefree cause.
On all the highest levels from the rule of nine technicalities, only lawfully will two of them serve the charge to the fullest. The rest become and unfaithful statistic that hit women in the heads with 2by 4’s. For every clinical assumption one of which is intelligent the others will scare the hell out of the recipient, causes unnecessary stress for 2 weeks.
Why was it that people thought it was a good idea to conform to something they really had no knowledge of? Conformation is a ridiculous stature of quo met by those who are sheep. The leaders of this world and even among your personal groups will be the ones that make the rule of conformity by punishing, and blanking it out.
You truly can not fix something or someone for lack of better phrasing when it is already broken. Even attempting to mend it you will feel your pieces shallowly falling away, therefore creating a contingency of broken things or people, ending with a huge population of dead heads.
To walk away is one fine thing, to carry it with you is to have baggage, to carry that baggage yourself is a rare attribute that very few can hold on to. It does to the point where one needs to decide which is worth keeping and which can be passed on to someone who can easily discard it. That is the discoing that no one are nothing can make but your soul. Your soul will struggle to let go of what it needs to and to surpass the savings locked and hauled in a monastery.
Domestication was never truly a prized obsession by some individuals who thought it was better to coincide with chaos. However chaos will and can be their ultimate crime if not controlled in earlier stages of sanction.
How much further can you release a woe until it fades in the distance of lost tears? You can only cry so many tears till you are ass high in salty water and the only seemly way out is to wade through it.
Rapture from and organized group of politicians is a comical cartoon placed in front of the public as a background forum for their corrupted truth…..Any anarchist will tell you that. Familiarize oneself with the open ranges of awareness when epidemic spectrums of utilized conspiracies arise from the casting North. Some people will walk through the theory as if it was only an elemental, yet others are pushed over the gathering wind of swine.
Analysis will begin here and only stop when the voice is done reaching the so called destination of Mecca.
Various states of confusion arise from the very word…….Mecca!
To mortar a wall in envy is to create a border of deceit, a fantastic cultural optimism. There is a rhythm unscripted into each and everyone of use in which uses capitalism to suppress the power no one is left to have. A power so deep carrying with it the honor that once bestowed man, desecrating itself with each born generation. Obliterated dust becomes the last breath among the horizons of seeing eyes. See what not is there, but what exists between two who can no longer see. It’s a remembrance between the iron of a bullet and the sound of a splashing sea. Once upon some time there were vast quantity of lovely little ironic creatures, cowering beneath the shoreline, brought a dug up by the victimless man. Creatures that held such wonders like the concept of positivist and rightceousness, the things that were raped and pillaged by the people who thought they knew it all.
Tranquility was only a fascist continuation of what would never again once exist in the lives of the departured. Hold on! What was a moments peace worth if it couldn’t be fought for? A delicate balance in tune with the ultimate challenge of a successful lifetime, written in a path that doesn’t have any more presence then dust. Not unlike the grit between your teeth walking through the desert or a sweaty scalp of seething burning.
Countless nights of wandering through the empty maze of the little trauma tics that create the make up of a human being. Riding against the dying of the light trying to make it past nowhere, to find exactly the wrong questions that were asked. People can’t fathom the intelligence of what it takes to go from one edge to the next. Most can’t even comprehend the meaning behind their actions from daily chores to the very complex decisions they make in grocery shopping. It really isn’t all that funny anymore to start walking with a carefree cause.
On all the highest levels from the rule of nine technicalities, only lawfully will two of them serve the charge to the fullest. The rest become and unfaithful statistic that hit women in the heads with 2by 4’s. For every clinical assumption one of which is intelligent the others will scare the hell out of the recipient, causes unnecessary stress for 2 weeks.
Why was it that people thought it was a good idea to conform to something they really had no knowledge of? Conformation is a ridiculous stature of quo met by those who are sheep. The leaders of this world and even among your personal groups will be the ones that make the rule of conformity by punishing, and blanking it out.
You truly can not fix something or someone for lack of better phrasing when it is already broken. Even attempting to mend it you will feel your pieces shallowly falling away, therefore creating a contingency of broken things or people, ending with a huge population of dead heads.
To walk away is one fine thing, to carry it with you is to have baggage, to carry that baggage yourself is a rare attribute that very few can hold on to. It does to the point where one needs to decide which is worth keeping and which can be passed on to someone who can easily discard it. That is the discoing that no one are nothing can make but your soul. Your soul will struggle to let go of what it needs to and to surpass the savings locked and hauled in a monastery.
Domestication was never truly a prized obsession by some individuals who thought it was better to coincide with chaos. However chaos will and can be their ultimate crime if not controlled in earlier stages of sanction.
How much further can you release a woe until it fades in the distance of lost tears? You can only cry so many tears till you are ass high in salty water and the only seemly way out is to wade through it.
Rapture from and organized group of politicians is a comical cartoon placed in front of the public as a background forum for their corrupted truth…..Any anarchist will tell you that. Familiarize oneself with the open ranges of awareness when epidemic spectrums of utilized conspiracies arise from the casting North. Some people will walk through the theory as if it was only an elemental, yet others are pushed over the gathering wind of swine.
Analysis will begin here and only stop when the voice is done reaching the so called destination of Mecca.
Various states of confusion arise from the very word…….Mecca!
Wednesday, June 18, 2008
The Best of the Start
So here are the photos I did way back in..........Uh May I think. I have nothing new as of yet but will soon.
This coming weekend I have a shoot for the local skateboarding competition. I'm very excited about this one, it will land me some store credit with my very favorite body piercer as well as some publicity.
I also have a few other tricks up my sleeves here in the next couple of months which I hope will hold some promising work. I am at 70 some odd pages with my portfolio on book smart and by the end of the summer would like to work on having a few copies printed.
Well Im out for now. I might dig for another piece of writing later.
These photos are of my sister in law. I did all the work as in esthetics, hair and costume work for her for these shots. So far she is my absolute favorite to shoot. She loves the camera and it loves her just as much.
Thursday, June 12, 2008
Thursday
Last night certainly served as an interesting one. We have a bear roaming the neighborhood and seems to think its the Thug of the Hood. Bugger was up on our back deck last night right beside our bedroom then proceeded to trash my garden and has been ransaking everyone's yard for the last couple of weeks. So I decided someone has gotta come deal with this thing or Im calling in backup.
I was told to do whatever it takes to scare it off and make it scared of humans....that includes throwing rocks at it, invest in a paintball gun and come out with pots and pans....So I was told. So I can harm the thing, but it's illegal to shoot it?......ya makes a whole lot of sense.....However paintballing a bear does have an appealing effect on me....After all destruction is my middle name. I figure now if the bear wants to pester me then Im gonna pester it. Besides I like scaring things.
Today was a pretty lax day, but I was messin with my camera and set up Khyra's swimming pool. I figure I should get as much practice in as i can before the Pinz and Needlez Skateboard competition which I am going to go shoot on the 22nd.....Im so pumped.
Anyways here are a few pics that I have taken today.
When I get a few more minutes to figure this all out I will post those other pictures I was talking about yesterday.
Off to work tommorrow for the weekend.
Wednesday, June 11, 2008
A piece of writing, rather a ramble.
No blog is complete without a ramble.
Artistry or just a moment of awakeness
Compiled into one single piece of specifics, thus being the square root of what started as a few days of he blues. Coursely ran itself into a precise rythym of something much deeper than just a few days of being down. Something that grew into a larger aspect of what really was happening in the mind. And yet still unknown like the meaning of earthly concepts a small drop of eluded happiness cleared the path to which a key hole took place.Key hole....its a small crevice in which an eye can envision the most of a scenerio with merely very little information to deliberate on. So much can be valued with the smallest sight of while dwells behind the surface. It takes a gifted one to unlock the measures of concrete and breath into the walls saturated despair.It always seems to happen at the least expected moment, where the sigh of thought is taken to the extremes, where analytical logic twists about so aimlessly that no sense can be made of the simplest of things. Right when all the world with everything in it crumbling and crashing against the forces of what ruins a beautiful woman. She then finds herself being found. Found and placed upon the mantel of truth where the veins that bled black resurface with truth and desire. Digging deep into her wounds to find out the source of the bleeding and why exactly she screams the gargling vibrations that richocet into the lives of her beloved.Just stopping to remember that there is still a large mess to untangle in her mind, piece by piece she pulls it out. Lying infront all conformed into the same ideas and origins, a piece is missing. The triggering piece of flesh is still inside causing the meaning of sadness.Its like the puzzle piece that was lost in the back of the closet and forgotten about, or a sock the washing machine magickally ate.None the less.....perfection comes in time. Perfections is a lost anf forgotten word that should have never been placed above her head in the first place. She tried....OH how she tried. UNderneath all the passing months its the scare of explosion that fears her the most. Explosion of mind, something in which she wishes she could ignore and forget, but lingers with its thumping migranes just to remind her of the stupidy she possessed.Long and eery waves the hand above her eyes as though a window was blanketed in paint.That window will open again.That voice will stop screaming.But a mess of confusion and questions desgin a fashionable little theartrical sonnet that sprawls its happy wings in letters.It will get better. Its just a moment where weakness pulled out the worst and left a mask of despair.
Artistry or just a moment of awakeness
Compiled into one single piece of specifics, thus being the square root of what started as a few days of he blues. Coursely ran itself into a precise rythym of something much deeper than just a few days of being down. Something that grew into a larger aspect of what really was happening in the mind. And yet still unknown like the meaning of earthly concepts a small drop of eluded happiness cleared the path to which a key hole took place.Key hole....its a small crevice in which an eye can envision the most of a scenerio with merely very little information to deliberate on. So much can be valued with the smallest sight of while dwells behind the surface. It takes a gifted one to unlock the measures of concrete and breath into the walls saturated despair.It always seems to happen at the least expected moment, where the sigh of thought is taken to the extremes, where analytical logic twists about so aimlessly that no sense can be made of the simplest of things. Right when all the world with everything in it crumbling and crashing against the forces of what ruins a beautiful woman. She then finds herself being found. Found and placed upon the mantel of truth where the veins that bled black resurface with truth and desire. Digging deep into her wounds to find out the source of the bleeding and why exactly she screams the gargling vibrations that richocet into the lives of her beloved.Just stopping to remember that there is still a large mess to untangle in her mind, piece by piece she pulls it out. Lying infront all conformed into the same ideas and origins, a piece is missing. The triggering piece of flesh is still inside causing the meaning of sadness.Its like the puzzle piece that was lost in the back of the closet and forgotten about, or a sock the washing machine magickally ate.None the less.....perfection comes in time. Perfections is a lost anf forgotten word that should have never been placed above her head in the first place. She tried....OH how she tried. UNderneath all the passing months its the scare of explosion that fears her the most. Explosion of mind, something in which she wishes she could ignore and forget, but lingers with its thumping migranes just to remind her of the stupidy she possessed.Long and eery waves the hand above her eyes as though a window was blanketed in paint.That window will open again.That voice will stop screaming.But a mess of confusion and questions desgin a fashionable little theartrical sonnet that sprawls its happy wings in letters.It will get better. Its just a moment where weakness pulled out the worst and left a mask of despair.
AHAHA
It also appears that I need to learn a bit more about this blog site. Will take me a little time to get it right so the set up isnt so odd.
10:55pm on a Wednesday night
It's been ever so long since I have blogged, but have always enjoyed it so much. As the gears in my head keep turning I keep finding new and exciting ideas.
The main event of this blog is the uprising of my photography. I am very far from a pro....well I'm far from much actually, however this is another step to get the work out there. I've also gotten myself into some pretty tedious doll making, which is a lot of fun, and taking shape quite nicely.
As for the photos as time goes on they will get more in depth as well as possibly disturbing, which I always like the shock value they present.
As for other news, my significant other and I are both returning to school, which is the change I think we both need. It will be a long haul of prep and organization. Including a new daycare and preschool for my daughter Khyra (4). A possible new locational move, and enough paperwork to fill a cabinet. Nothing is for sure just as of yet, but the whole concept is really exciting.
Anyways....Im gonna post a few photos for the day, let me know what ya'll think.
Chow Bella
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