Blog copies

Just a quick explanation. There's going to be some entries that are labeled "copied from my other blog" because I use Live Journal as my main blog but I know some people prefer blogger so I don't mind posting stuff here too. Just beats rewriting everything in two places....lol. :)

Virtual salvation in a sandbox cube. (copied from my other blog)

Regrettably, I am confined to a 6ft by 6 ft space for most of my hours of life in a sandy colored cube space. In the downtime, my mind usually wanders into music. Seems I'm always writing something. The frustration often comes from not being able to bring the music out of my head and play it while I'm confined. Whether it be on a piano or on a guitar or even to sing openly. I found this neat little virtual keyboard online that works with the computer keyboard in a crude fashion to actual performance on a piano...lol. Granted, single notes mostly but it's nice to actually get melodic structures out of my head using my own fingers. Plug in some headphones and it's all good. :)

http://www.bgfl.org/bgfl/custom/resources_ftp/client_ftp/ks2/music/piano/index.htm

Something rustling beneath the skin (copied from my other blog)

I lay in bed last night. Clock read 3 a.m. , then 4 a.m., the 5 something. My mind filled with moments I cannot recall now. Just the muted resonance of their presence before remains. Tones of melancholy, curiosity, and elusiveness. Woke up at 6:45a.m., felt like I had been kidnapped and bounced around the trunk of someone's car for a long drive. Fumbled into the bathroom like bulky clay not formed into any kind of elegance. Body to the wall, heavy clay. Lifting into necessary movement. Mirror shows a strange rendition of me. Getting older yet curiously young at the same time. Holy hair. Actually, nothing holy about it. Downright fucked up really. Shower feels like comfort from an unbiased friend helping the spirit open up again. Ushering me into clothes and the less worn version of me to begin the day. Can't help but sing in the car as I do every morning when I drive to work. Driving 55 exactly. People whizzing by at 70 or 80 mile per hour. I drive 55 not because I'm compulsive or even a boring prude. It's because I don't want to shave off any more of what little time is left before we kill our planet. 55 is a whole lot more environmentally friendly than faster. Less gas, emition, etc. Tough at first but when I feel uncomfortable, standing out among the ants in my maroon Mazda going at it's steady pace, I sing to pass the time. Melodies that fall out of the morning light dripping from trees, industrial chimneys, and other objects along my way. New songs everyday. The faces of people driving by me; hurried, missing what is passing, determined to arrive quickly to mundane. There's a lot I am given on these drives. Music, visual ideas, travel to awareness that reminds me that living is meaningful. Today is not like others recently. I feel muted. Weighted. Something rustles beneath the skin but I do not know what. Full but empty. Yearning for something I cannot define. I think floating in the water among the mountains, like I was inspired to feel by Tali's journal today, is what I want. World above, secret world below, embraced in a mystical completion.

What? People actually use this?

Can't say I post much on here but Jen gave me the, "you're a disconnected douche" look when I told her I used live journal more than this. I'm not a douche, so I must combat that oh so memorable Jen facial expression with a simple little post today. :)


I don't really have anything inspiring to write at the moment, or I should say writing resulting from something inspiring to write. Did have a cool weekend though. Chilled out on the 4th, which was actually quite nice to have some peace. Did an agency shoot on Saturday morning. Received an unbearably arrogant and pompeous email from Julia who doesn't know me at all but felt she was so superior to me as a human being that she'd try to book a "free" photo shoot for her super model boyfriend with me and somehow I should be honored or claw at the opportunity because I could use the benefit. That was kind of amusing. I abhore people who act "entitled" with little merit for being that way. It's rude. What did Hannibal Lector say about rude people? Yum yum...lol. No, I'm seriously NOT like that...lol. Anyway, Saturday continued. Got stiffed on a shoot by Justina. That happens a lot in this business. Mostly rooted in poor communication. Oh well, we'll pick up again probably. She's actually very sweet and I won't hold it against her.


Sunday! Roll out of bed bright and early to go pickup Jen for our morning light shoot at Tift park....get there...no Jen. Jen is sleeping. It was early so I text her on her phone instead of calling to wake up the house. Twice, no Jen. Oh well, went off to breakfast. Get a text about 1/2 hour later, "YO!", then a frantic phone call immediately after. Jen's pissed at me...lol. Because I text instead of calling to wake her up. Neat. If she wasn't so fucking adorable and charming in an annoyingly effective way I'd simply just give her the " you ARE a tool" response and just move on. But, she was genuinely apologetic (or so I thought, could be masterful acting as she likes to claim she's a good actress...lol) and seemed genuinely interested in creating work. The latter is actually pretty rare let alone being combined with a charm like that which Jen exudes when she's letting you in or maybe I could say climbing into you. Jen climbing in feels good. It's like having a strange loving stray return to you despite them wandering the world in distractions irresistable to them. There's a charm in that which is hard to kick to the curb. Not that I have a desire to kick Jen to the curb at all actually. Would you believe she actually forced me to watch "The Notebook" once recently which I've resisted for so long because of some pretty fucked up associations I have of it from a crazy ex. The movie was sweet. Charming. Jen watched it half naked in my living room, which is pretty memorable in itself...lol (Jen's a beautiful creature, truly, although she doesn't fully accept that without weird issues about it). I think the best part of the movie was watching Jen's face as she sunk into the warm places of the story. Ok, well enough about that. Anyway, we didn't do the Tift park shots because the light was all fucked up by then. We did whip out some pretty cool shots despite that at my place. Jen smoking on the stove (sounds silly but it actually looked pretty cool). Jen doesn't smoke, but she's a master actress remember? Jen looking...well...hot...in an alley between the garage and the neighbor's building. Then Jen standing in front of doors holding her shoes which ended up looking pretty darn cool to me. That's Jen though, she can do anything and it will look good. Here's the shots after I finished them.














So that was how the morning went with Jen. That and some rather interesting conversation which I will not be posting here. The afternoon went pretty well too as I got to shoot with Aubrey again. We didn't work more than a couple hours on some ideas I wanted to try but I don't think we had quite the right props to achieve exactly what I had in my head. Although the shots all came out really good anyway. Haven't edited anything yet. After that I dropped Aubrey off at Andy's ( Andy Webster, another great photographer in the area) and got "suspiciously" invited into his studio where my "drop off" visit turned into a few hours of hanging out, bizarre conversations about special musical instrument inventions by Aubrey, and grilling dinner indoors (he's got one of those loft studios with 18 billion square feet of space). Cool stuff.

Went home, chilled, edited, crashed. 'Til another day. :)

Don't forget I have a portfolio site with MUCH more work in it at http://www.amberlightphotography.com/. Stop in, check things out, mosey on over to the contact page, get in touch, book a shoot, yes? :)