
look... power tools.
and motorcycles.
and dead hooker storage.
This is my old blog. My blog before I met my amazing boyfriend who is also a photographer. My blog now (I share with him) is found at accidentalphotography please visit!

look... power tools.
and motorcycles.
and dead hooker storage.
These were some sad sunflowers that somebody left on the side of the road and of course, I had to retrieve.
Then Olly decided they looked tasty.
This was all that was left of the bunch.
Loved the hat.
Zappa making crazy face.
That's better.
Danny.


Now look that way dreamily.
Now look confused and pensive.
Holly Brewer from Humanwine hanging out between long hours of converting a school bus into a tour bus running on waste vegetable oil.
Oh the places you'll go!
Actually this is a painting I did called Purgatory. My friend Josh begged me for months to have it, and a week after I finally gave it to him he re gifted it to a friend. Go figure.
My door. Kissing Betas courtesy of Patrick Lothrop. Door design courtesy of contact paper. haha.
a fake flower in a bottle that sat on my window ledge for ever and occasionally had it's picture taken.
I hate doing dishes. If I go out to eat, then I don't have to do the dishes.
And my dad can help me finish this crossword puzzle.
And if I don't go, he'll give me this look, and I'll feel guilty.
I hate the stern dad look.
Oooh that's the really intimidating one. I think he's been practicing.
Come on dad, crack a smile. I'm coming to dinner.
"where's my sister?" thought Becca.
"When she gets here, I'll make this face at her for being late."
But I still love her because she gave me this pretty ring as a present.
See it?
Holly Brewer's waste vegetable oil bus.
Holly herself.
Holly's hair.
George taking pictures.
The fire dance begins...

The drum circle.
The fiber optics.
Blake's steel sculpture of burning propane.





the token homeless man.
the peanut gallery.












