Gotme, Gotcha

Part of a walkthrough for my first film project.
NYC.

Missing the Train

Playing with Final Cut and threw this together. I love my by-conventional-definition-shitty life.
Portland, OR.

Laboring for Fruits

First picture taken from the first professional lens I've ever owned, product of damn near a year of hustling. Woot.


My kitchen/living room/office, NYC

Declaration

I've wanted to see this document my entire adult life. Seeing the handwriting was surreal, and as close as I'll ever get to feeling the tension that must have been in a room full of men signing their death warrant (with an inconcievably steady hand) in the name of a very fragile democracy. The document has badly faded, but you have to smile upon noticing the only words that have survived the centuries completely legibly were the phrases they hammered home with bold letters - "Free and Independent." Wave all the flags you want, I will never call anyone a patriot again until I'm convinced they share the same heart as these men.


Declaration of Independence, Washington D.C.

Windows to

28th Street subway station, NYC.



Broadway-Lafayette subway station, NYC.


Part of a series. Product of waiting and a wandering mind.

Documentary

Lafayette and Houston, NYC.



7 Train, Queens.

For posterity.

Disco Down Below

I love New York sometimes.


Broadway-Lafayette subway station, NYC.

Visitors From Another World

Youngest patrons I've had across the bar. Remember the mystique of being admitted into an adult place? Would have loved to see it from their side.


Greenwich Village Bistro, NYC.

Washington, Quiet City

I have no idea why you walked away from the crowd to observe this. There's an innocence in the way you stand.



Wedding guest.



Bobby Kennedy, last great politician.



The end of the line.



President Harding once shook 6,500 hands during an open house with local residents here. Now there's snipers.


Washington, DC.