mer du sud

So I'm sitting here, listening to Iron and Wine and pondering the finer points of black and white photography. I don't know...I just can't do it. Very rarely do I find a piece of my work come across better when it has been desaturated. I just love color so much (and I'm not just talking about photography)..I love looking at it...I love everything about it. Maybe I'd be a good candidate for psychedelic drugs.

Also..I seem to be incapable of taking a photo of myself that I don't hate. It's not even about being photogenic or being attractive...I'm not taking photos of myself so people can tell me how pretty I am. I want them to be powerful..I want them to mean something...and they just don't as of late.

Anyway..the fruits of my labor this afternoon.

funny how a little bit of color still got in there.


plus some of my favorite self portraits from over the years.






I love this. I wish I hadn't resized it to such a small size, but it was taken back when I was in highschool. No one else likes it. I love it. It reminds me of a darker Dorothea Lange photo, which is what I wanted.