Film

Film is listening to Coltrane on a vinyl record.  There's a certain romantic organic warmth that I think of when I look down at a medium format camera.

Sleepless

They speak with rhythm as night bathes them. The heart beak of night is as familiar as the stars themselves.  the breeze floats the unmistakable smell of rain and delivers a calming peace. The smells and sounds hover about me as I lay in bed. The open window sees to that. Listening to the creatures sing memories swirl mixing with thought.  The chirping is the heart of the night, the wind is its breath. The night is alive so now I sleep.

Night is fascinating to me.  Not just from an environmental standpoint, but from a social one as well.  There is something about the way lights interact with your surroundings at night when you photograph it.  As  a recent transplant to Colorado (11 months at this time), I have been spending hours at night from 9pm to 6am, walking the city, learning it and photographing it, while getting harassed by people in uniform, a camera is a dangerous thing apparently.