project 365 (2009) why am I telling you this?

Day 125: Battle Scar

All day long, I thought of my knee wound as “Crunchy Black,” but then some chemistry happened underneath a band-aid, so for now, it’s more accurate to refer to it as “Juicy J.” The uncensored version of this photo, for all my gore-loving friends, is after the cut. Except for my friends reading via feed readers and anyone unlucky enough to visit my Flickr stream. Sorry, dudes. It’s a harsh world out there.

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project 365 (2009) why am I telling you this?

Day 124: Monsters

Lately I have been salving my existential scrapes with poems and new music, and finding that both just increase that feeling of dread that always nips at my heels and keeps my mind running running tripping in the alley running. People have asked me recently if I am happy and I find myself unable to even consider that question without hinging it on a cascade of qualifiers. My gut reaction is of course I’m happy,…

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Day 123: Bonnie Raitt is a Badass

Indulge me one more cross post (which I guess isn’t even technically a cross post since I’m just linking, but whatevs, I’m exhausted). One of the things I never thought I’d be able to say is “Snoop Dogg’s entourage spewed champagne on me,” but, well, life is full of surprises. (I was too busy protecting my lens to get a photo of said spewage, so, in its stead, please enjoy this photo of Snoop strutting.)…

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Day 122: The Reverend

I hate to keep crossposting, but I am so tired and I’ve said what needs to be said over at the BSMF blog. Al Green at BSMF from Lindsey Turner on Vimeo. I didn’t realize until late Saturday that my media pass would get me into the photo pits. Last year, my basic media pass only got me to the media trailer; you had to have additional clearance to shoot artists from the pit (which…

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photography project 365 (2009)

Day 118: Supersized

I had a 24-inch iMac-shaped hole in my heart and lo and behold a friend of mine was able to fill it for a ridiculously reasonable price, and here I find myself seriously outnumbered by Apple products in my apartment. Four to one, if my math is right. If the recession continues its slide toward an awesomeness-based economy, I will, of course, eventually be declared “rich as shit.” Also, I extended my lens rental a…

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